Sunday, October 6, 2024

Who am I?

            


                 What's inside the box?

                 The box held a curious collection of notes, each offering a glimpse into someone's life. The first note, a simple account of a thrilling roller coaster ride, felt grounded in reality. It read: "I went to the carnival and rode the roller coaster with eight people. The ride was thrilling, and I nearly died, but after the ride, it was such a relief for all of us." The casual tone and specific details made it feel like a genuine experience.


               The second note was a longer, more personal reflection. It began with a proud declaration: "My biggest flex in life is I have never been admitted to the hospital since I was born." The writer then shared memories of their birth on January 10, 2009, and the joy of being welcomed by their grandmother. They described their "tiny eyes" as a source of compliments, and mentioned their grandmother naming them "Nicole" without a second name. The note ended with a bittersweet reflection on their grandmother's death before their first birthday: "My lola died before my 1st birthday. I didn't even have the chance to see my lovely lola."


            The final note was a brief statement of the author's aspirations: "I have nothing to brag about my life, but I am glad that my family always supports me. I can't wait for my success because I want to spoil my family. I've always dreamed about having luxurious cars, a house, a hacienda with lots of horses, and branded clothes. But in order to get those, I need to work and work hard." The note concluded with a simple statement: "Those plans are not just for me, but for my family also. I will keep the box for the future."

2 comments:

  1. Wow!! You have a great story, It's a pleasure knowing more about your journey!

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  2. Your blog must be an opportunity for you to grow, keep striving for the better.

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