ITS RAINING

i remember how mama use to hate rains if she needs to fill up something for our expenses... and how she always said that when it rain it pours.. well hitting it direct to the point of the rain means blessings and thus God has always been so good to her.  whenever she had problems there are always solutions.... when she needs something to fill in there are always work to be done to fill it... people come to fill it by giving us more work.

well readers i know you are so bored about my stories on my mama... but i cant help it...

IM SORRY

promise i will write more everyday forgive me for re-telling stories about mama i just super miss her.

i also confess that i dont wanna step inside the house again... our house...
its not a sad house or an empty house... but theres the feeling of a missing part...

promise i will write in different tune when this feelings are lost... if they ever loose.

Gods graces be with you all.