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To Vigan with Love

     The -ber months are on with the brrr supposed to be but Vigan is Vigan with scorchingly warm temperature that gets warmer with my felicitation on your natal day.
     I will be taught to be brought up a lady of finesse. Grace is the number one character mom wants me to have. My foretaste of it is – the gift of life.  To wake up every morning thanking our Divine Providence how awesome it is to live everyday.
     Twenty five years ago, when the third blessing came to my dear grampy and granny turns to be a ripple of blessing to me, too. Eight years back, when you chose to the nursing profession  becomes the perfect choice to help mom in her dealing with me.
     Now as you seek place in the house where Paracelsus, Virchow and many other fathers of the branches of medicine dwell, I pray that you will have instructors and professors who won’t lose their vibrance in leading future Hippocrateses’. More importantly, that you continue urging for higher education and soon ossify you for far-reaching opportunities. Most importantly, that you keep up with the best of health, always.

P.S. I can’t wait for December’s praznyky, mom’s new discovery of term, which accordingly is “a sort of holiday party,” owing to Donna Tartt’s work.  My small heart is as excited as mom’s to share the holidays with you. I miss your arms wrapped around me hushing me to sleep.

From my 88-day-old heart,

Catrice


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