Tired after an afternoon tweaking games at tito Boy's, and a brief visit to the mall to run an errand, James and I went to a late Sunday mass. But even before the celebration ended, we eagerly went home.
Walking along Macaria Avenue, I held on more tightly at James' hand as a white fluffy thing appeared before us. The inadeqautely lit street couldn't clearly make out what it was.
For a moment, i thought it was a cat until it hopped.
Ooooh.... rabbit!
And so, we were proud parents to Macaria Avenue Gajunera. We adoringly called it Macky.
But... Tiger ate our baby yesterday.
*heartbroken*
Then it hit me, Macky was a tragic reminder. A tragic reminder that life, and whatever we have in our lives right now, are all just lent to us by Him.
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