Someone FINALLY got a replacement macro converter after a few months without it.
Sigh. How I lasted this long is a mystery to me.
Sometimes, cuteness just appears before you. It stands there, of its own volition, clowns around, and demands your attention.
Now mind you, I was sufficiently focused on the warm Turkish bread that was just brought to our table.
As I sat there with my camera pointed at the bread, the others at my table were quick to nudge me in the direction of the window. At first I thought they were just trying to distract me while they made off with my bread, but apparently, I’m too suspicious for my own good.
Fortunately, curiosity won over paranoia. So I looked up.
Whoever you are, kid, stay as goofy as you are. Because, as good as the food was that rainy afternoon, it was you that really made my day.
Good grief. How cute can one kid be?
I write, cook, play music, and make pictures. Not necessarily in that order. I was born and raised in the Philippines, and it shows. That means I eat rice with every meal, love my cousins like my own siblings, and firmly believe that avocados are best eaten with cream and sugar.
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