A wristwatch used to feel like a real luxury when I was a kid—not because of its price, but because of what it represented. Watches were for adults who had responsibilities, places to be, and people depending on them; my parents owned one good watch, worn carefully and never replaced casually. Time back then was called out from another room or guessed by the sun, so owning a watch meant you had “made it” into adulthood. Today, I can easily buy one without much thought, but wearing it still feels bittersweet—it reminds me how far life has come and how much silent effort our parents put in to make stability look normal.
As the youngest in a poor family with 2 older siblings, having brand new things is a luxury for me. Everything is second hand, a hand-me-down, from unused pages of notebooks, smaller sizes of uniform, to shoes, cellphones and of course clothes.
I grew up wishing that someday I'll have brand new things for myself but those experience taught be to value everything ❤️
I grew up with my aunt's premises in a huge house and a maid, and with my young age thought i was in a castle because of the huge wall-fence around the corner but then a strong spell has casted us out and made my destiny rolls to have and build my own bakod ... it was easy lng pla .. Babala .. bakod po ng kapitbhay yarrn.. hindi sa akin .. ahaha...