In the Philippines, we have sari-sari stores — small shops usually attached to a person’s home, selling different sorts of goods. As a child, I dreamt of having my own, but I guess this is the closest I’m ever going to come to it. Sharing different stories — sari-sari stories — most especially from my experiences and learnings as a daughter of the King of Kings, as wife of my husband King, and as mom to our three princesses. 😊
Two weeks after her crying incident, Noelle came inside the car and gladly reported to me…..
“Mom, kuya Miggy didn’t call me cute anymore. He said I’m beautiful.”
Haha. She was really serious about it. She was happy that kuya Miggy didn’t smoosh her face and call her cute. 🙂
Phoebe's Sari-Sari Stories 