A Letter to My Grandchild
Dear future grandchild, Perhaps when you are able to read this letter, I am already in heaven or the transitional place in between heaven and earth (I hope so--mind you, I believe in the Afterlife, and I hope your generation still does). I am writing this letter to tell you of a particular and peculiar time during the course of my life. The year was 2020. I was almost 34 by then, with two kids, yeah... your dad and your auntie (or, your mom and your uncle--depending on to which of my children you belong, dear). ( https://unsplash.com/photos/iPOzQwvcMLE ) 2020 was a pretty number. It read pretty, at least. But boy.... what that year brought to us! A calamity will sound a bit condescending. That year, a virus went spiraling down the abysmal well of torture--psychologically and physically. They said it started in a place called Wuhan in China and it spread uncontrollably all over the world. In some countries, the virus took thousands of death tolls. Italy was the first country to suc