@liancakess
my chicago is my elementary school; it was where i first fell in love with monday mornings‚ where going to school is more than just learning but also having fun and enjoying every moment. school‚ to me‚ not only meant a “place” to learn but a “home” where i could be with the people who’s very dear to my heart. i was a kid who was curious about everything and also a kid who took risks without any caution. my chicago were those times i formed my very first friend group and spent the entire day together‚ eating the same lunch‚ and carelessly running to our school grounds to play. those morning zumba sessions during flag ceremonies‚ classrooms suffused with overflowing love and fondness that formed a family bond‚ hallways that memorized the tones of our laughs‚ and the smell of my uniform covered with my favorite cologne. mistakes that never result in tears‚ using colors and pencils and not pens and correction tapes‚ and receiving stars on our papers brought us immeasurable satisfaction rather than mere numbers.