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My beloved book collection of Baby-Sitters Club got eaten up by termites.

Below is the first of the many books, given to me by my mom when I was seven years old. We were staying at my paternal grandparents' place in Sariaya and my mom bought me a copy of Mary Anne and Ms. Priss so that I wouldn't get bored. It's the book that made me want to write, the one that made me realize I can write.

I feel sad 'cause I feel as if I lost a part of my childhood. I've grown attached to these books, they're like a good friend.


I grew up with these, and as cheesy as it sounds, they're a big part of who I am. Not everything's lost and yes, I still have most of the collection. I no longer read them but they hold a special place in my heart, so it still hurts to see them looking like that. :(