July 4th has no meaning to me. I know that it's independence day, but I don't really relate to it because my independence day is June 12th in the Philippines. However, I understand why this day is important. It's the day the US was born and became a unified country. Knowing it's importance is good enough for me. My 4th of July story has nothing to do with the holiday, though.
There was an open invitation for the 4th of July cookout in Centennial Park from 9AM to 7PM. I initially planned to go. After hearing sad news from relatives in the Philippines, I hesitated and thought I shouldn't go. I don't know what made me change my mind a few hours later. I decided to go.
There was an open invitation for the 4th of July cookout in Centennial Park from 9AM to 7PM. I initially planned to go. After hearing sad news from relatives in the Philippines, I hesitated and thought I shouldn't go. I don't know what made me change my mind a few hours later. I decided to go.
