My Treasure Basket

About Me

My name is April . I am a simple, flexible woman living a simple life with a loving husband.

When I was a child I already love writing. But it started because I also enjoy reading. I read history, Mr. Peter Rabbit (which is why I love the story about Ms. Potter), school books, magical stories (I had a fairy tale book borrowed by one of my classmates and was never returned), the Bible (although not all books), and novels (like Nancy Drew).  Because of that, I became introspective. I became quite and I THINK most of the time than talk. I became creative that I would even write my own fiction (like a legend of my last name). Ideas came into my mind while reading. And so I became a writer in my own simple way.

However, I kept everything private. I did not share any of my “works of art” to any one. No one knew that I wrote poems and love stories. I think I patterned the love stories I made based on my standards of true love. And because the love stories came from my ideas of an ideal love, I was afraid to share it specially to my mother because I was afraid she would think I already have a boyfriend. Although I didn’t, I was worried how she might suspect me and I want to avoid all the arguments that might be caused by it. I don’t want any trouble and so I kept everything to myself.

It was a disaster! No one in my family knew I kept valuable things in my room. When I went to the city to study college, they cleaned my room and my grandmother (who already passed away) burned all of them I think (because I couldn’t find, not one single story or poem left) when she cooks at our dirty kitchen. When I went home and realized what they did, I really cried and did not talk to them for almost a week. No one understood why I acted that way. Then I lost interest in writing.

I started to write again when I met my husband who was then one of my classmates in college. I would write in my notebook how I feel when I see him. I would write how I get jealous when I see a girl talking to him and how happy he would look while talking to her as if he also had the pleasure of talking to her. However, most of the time, I write about nice and happy feelings I felt for him. That was how I started to write again.

I realized I should start writing again. I wrote, write and will write about anything, everything that comes into my mind. This time, someone should know I am writing. I want to inspire people. I want to share the shortcomings that I had and how I survived and the lessons I have learned through life. I want to share most of all, my dreams that came true. I want to share it to you…

Happy reading!