Colors Within the Dust

I can't believe how much I loved kitchen sets when I was a kid.

I used to have a collection of every cartoon, and Dora was my favorite one.

I found this one in my old house, so I brought it back home.

This lone piece reflected my entire childhood in front of my eyes.

My girl cousins used to bribe me with snacks to play with the mini pots that were in it.

I used to make my heart believe that when I put my food in this mini microwave, it actually became hot.

And then I used to tell my cousins, "Look, the food's ready now!" For some reason, they used to pretend it was really hot.

I remember arranging glass plates and cups in the clear cabinet because I wanted to show them like some exhibition.

I can't believe the microwave is still working when I press the button, but of course, there's no heat, lol.

I remember how I used to put all the dirty dishes in the sink because I was a responsible cook.

I think I've washed so many dishes in my childhood that now I don't want to do it anymore.

I do remember how much I cried when I lost my frying pan. I was so upset that I said to Mom, "I won't eat unless I find my pan."

To which Mom said—actually, she didn't pay any attention to it.

It was lying in the dirt, but I found it like gold in my heart.

I felt emotional thinking that this "House" once used to be my "Home."

This set used to be a place where I showed my cooking skills.

Life is colorful—only if we choose to see the million shades of it.

It was my choice; I could've let it sit in the dirt because it's no use to me now.

But I chose to bring it back home.

I chose to bring back some childhood memories.

I chose to pick colors within the dust.

LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL.

THE CHOICE IS YOURS.

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Author's Note:

Thank you for reading. God bless you all <3