For the next 80 years remaining in this millennium until the beginning of another millennium, there’ll be no more teen years for us. The years flashed before my eyes and suddenly, I heard an electric guitar being plucked, giving it the impulse to vibrate. My brother, at 74, extended his hand and asked, “May I have this dance?” I jumped to my feet; no coyness displayed here, and eagerly took his hand. You “pretend” to be fanning yourself so hard, feigning exhaustion, that you had passed off this dance for the next one. Our hopes are soaring steadily that for the time still remaining, we look up to a sky with no limit.

Source: Philippine Star January 13, 2020 16:00 UTC