It was our fifth grade Christmas Party. that year, exchange gifts are numbered and whatever number you pick out of a bowl will have a corresponding gift.
After all of that partying (like a fifth grader with supervision would), I got my gift and I left it closed until Christmas eve. I was excited as it was wrapped in this beautiful wrapper with an equally beautiful bow with a beautifully written message. I tear the wrapper away and hold and behold, The box is a mosquito coil box! Inside, what I got was two handkerchief: female handkerchief! and they are not the quality kind!
This is the first post under ‘Throwback Short Story’. Under this category, I will tell well stories that are short that happened some time before I decided to wrote it (duh!). A longer explanation will be that this space will be for those little, sometimes insignificant (in the grand scheme of things) that usually crept up my mind for some unknown reasons that I felt like it needed to be shared. Who knows, maybe you can relate to it.Continue reading Thowback Short Story I: My Rock, Paper, Scissors Dillema