I really hate it when things somehow remind me of him. Like when I was at the toy store at SM looking for a magic slate for my baby nephew. Then I happened to pass by a rack containing this:
Back in the happy days, we just spend our US time at Starbucks and playing several games of scrabble. We bought this portable magnetic scrabble and just played the whole afternoon until evening. I must say I never lost. Those were the days... #sentimartes struck again!
