Just today, I’ve collected another piece of myself preserved thru the scrapbook of my younger sister. How I forgot all about my dreams and aspirations. I thank my Dear God for bringing me yet again another precious keepsake. I harbored the scrapbook from my ading. I told her I wish to keep what she made back in her college days.
Sharing to you the pictures. Letters are faded. Pictures are blurred. But the memento comes to play some vivid essence in my heart.