THE CORE MEMORIES

                It all started in a small town in Vigan,  I was a little child and would usually cry very often due to me just being a child I had a dog back then with a droopy ears and I would play with him every  afternoon but one dark and windy night the winds where strong blew away a lot of debris  and one of those debris hit and injured my dog when I saw my dog very gentle with his leg and I saw it was bleeding.

             I asked my mother to bring my dog to the vet but she declined so my dog had to suffer for days and night whining and crying until I woke up one day my dog wasn't in his usual place, I asked my mother where he is in a gentle voice she told me that he passed away, eight years from now his grave grew flower

             I sometimes sit beside her grave and stay there for hours before going home, same goes with my cousin who died he was two years old when he died I was too young to realize that his death was important to my cousin, he always told me that he hated his little brother but after I saw his tears at his funeral I realized that he regrated the things he said after a few goes by my cousin who passed away is now eight years old. my cousin visit his grave and would talk to his little brother regretting everything he said to him.

    

            But still, It is still not the very core memory of my life but these are just some, the motive to life is move on not all things stay not all things last the point of life is enjoy life with what you have.

Hayden