Friday, August 18, 2006
Cheeky.
Looking back, I remember this certain morning on our way to my preschool aboard the school bus. All the boys were daring that brown-haired mestizo boy, who was really gwapo for a five-year-old by the way, to kiss me on the cheek. When he did, I was really shocked until I started crying. That incident actually ruined the entire day and I hated that boy until I got my preschool diploma.
And funny how a kiss on the cheek means so much more to me now. Thirteen years ago, it was disgusting--it was disrespect. Now it's all but something pure--it's something I really appreciate.
I may have cursed the day of my first ever cheek kiss but, to date, I will never forget each and everyone who gave me little pecks of their love.
