A tree says: My strength is trust. I know nothing about my fathers, I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me. I live out the secret out my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else. I trust that God is in me. I trust that my labor is holy. Out of this trust I live.
Merry Christmas everyone! It's indeed 'most beautiful time of the year' heheh. . . As my figurine adorns the tree with decorations, L looks on. No! this is not a "forever alone" thing. It's just that they're part of my life. I was too lazy to get Bumbulbee or he'd be here too.
MERRY CHRISTMAS again!!
This place right here is where I want to be at this very moment. I miss home. Say, if I were a 'Jumper' or knew one[yea right!] it would be so much easier. O well! what I can do is simply look at the picture and rewind my times spent here with tiny cousins, mom and dad and grandma.