Recently, I have been watching and catching up with a lot of films and TV series. Being employed on a job on its vacation period, I had a lot of time to kill. I needed to do something to quench my thirst for movie and series watching. Within the past few months, I have finished watching How I Met Your Mother, and Breaking Bad. I am also following Game of Thrones and Big Bang Theory, and Outlander, all of which are ongoing and I am just waiting for the next seasons to be out. Imagine the agony!
I can still recall the smell of my father’s workshop. It was a small and cluttered space situated on the second floor of our rented home. It is a very memorable area of my childhood for me, because it is the place of my earliest memory. I was four at the time, while my sister, Pamela, and cousin, Bea, were just one year old toddlers. I can still remember how little they were, how hilariously tiny they looked, and how they smelled like milk all the time. Most of the time, they suck on milk bottles while half asleep, but during the day, they get by with their pacifiers. My sister had two of them, a pink one and a blue one, and no one could take them away from her.