even i'm not rich i'll take this pink millionaire's bloom, laughs. and of course there is no perfect heart except the one made by your dad...me at age nine and that was ages ago, laughs. so many valentines had passed since with lots of joyous days mixed with i cry in silence nights. when i was young my mother's complaint was i do not tell her whenever i was sick, maybe because i hate medicines, laughs. hmn, maybe that is why i became a nurse, first to cure myself and once when we were at nasugbu, my benefactor told me that i should have gone for an MD instead, i wonder why because it would have been more expense for her...
