A story of the Lonely

when i was still very very young at the  point in my life when christmas really ment something, my mom used to prepare braso de mercedes at our dinner table for the holidays. i used to really liked it because it smelled like fresh fried eggs at breakfast. breakfast with eggs cooked in variations like a day in school meeting new people with different personalities. i did not think that  way at that time but i figured out that eggs might be something  that could make me a little smarter because of all the compliments i get from sister Marilou in my Science class. yes, yes, braso de mercedes was a culimination of all the egg breakfast i ate for the year and it really ment something.

the last time i ate braso the mercedes was in my 5th grade. ever since, mommy had stopped preparing the cake and christmas never turned out so great.

we always had horrible fights during christmas. somehow, someone alwasy gets the nerve to feel bad during the season. in went on for years. and years. and years as if our lives were doomed to be horrible!

in fact, i almost forgot how happy the season was. i almost forgot that we were suppose to just forget about how narcissistic each member of the family was. i forgot that we all should have just listen to each other and sigh and gulp at whatever horrible and bad comments each one makes just so that we could have a peacefull celebration even for just a second or too.

but then the curse of the missing braso de merceded went on and on..

there was even one time that even the bakery shopped stopped preparing braso for us. i could feel it. my sister and i went all over downtown just so we could buy the cake. but all of the bakery stopped baking it for the year.

we were really miserable..

(i am happy with tears and afraid that you might think i am so flaky with this things but….) Last christmas, my sister finally bought the braso merceded cake. i never really realized how calm and peacefull our christmas was this year. it just so happen that no one got depressed and no one cried that night! it was something strange and extraordinary…..and just that finally the curse of the braso mercedes was over!

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