Broken wing

[michcapish]

A broken wing lies outside the door of my study (the basement pool room I've converted into a study/office/library). Like, literally, just the one wing torn off from the rest of the bird's body. How it got there I don't know. I tried to look for the rest of the bird's body but it's nowhere to be found. I have several theories. One which I think is

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[urban_scribe]

wow

[michcapish]

thank you! :)

[liquidwith]

Having that completely irrational hope as a child... that's so truly special.

[michcapish]

i know. i think one should cling onto that kind of hope to make some situations bearable. :)

[pink_idiocy]

Were you still in Manila during that dead cat incident? Yup, the MMDA that time was totally inept. It has become better these days.

For months I pretended that the ghost of the same cat roamed the streets and that it never really knew that it got run over.

You imagined a lot as a child. I'm sure you were in the honor roll. Were you not?

[michcapish]

no. I lived in Manila up until I was six. Then my family moved to Leyte then Tacloban City where we lived till I was 14.

I think there are a lot of imaginative kids who aren't always at the top of their class. but yeah, first honor to valedictorian from kinder to Highschool. haha. :)

were you an imaginative kid who wiled his time on everything and nothing? or were you the boy who got up at 4.30am every morning as 'sacristan' for the local church?

[michcapish]

actually, that was a lie. i wasn't valedictorian in highschool. I peaked on my second year high then, eherm, being a teenager got in the way. :P

[pink_idiocy]

I don't know, but you seem so mabait talaga. Well balanced ba. Studious pero rock. Contemplative na medyo bastos rin.

My dad was a minister, but he never encouraged me to be a sacristan. Marami namang volunteers eh. I sang in the choir though.

So your mom was the disciplinarian?