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Guess, I had fallen asleep, alright! It's morning, I was awaken by my mother's shake. She told me to get up and bring a basket to my father. I can hear my father's whistle! It's a sign when he's calling us. Perhaps, papa found a lot of mushrooms near the Nipa (Nypa fruticans). So, I went running excitedly with a basket in one hand. When I arrived with the basket, I can see my father's smile. He told me to hold the basket for him while he picked up the mushrooms. I am happily holding the basket for him because Mama will cook it for mealtime - Mushroom soup! Yey!
Reminiscing good times during my childhood. It's small and yet the happiness it gave me was amazing.
When lightning strikes, I asked mom, "Will there be mushrooms, tomorrow?"