HOÀNG-ÂN:  Packing The Year 2025 Into My Treasure Chest

It's 9:20 p.m. Wednesday, December 31st, 2025.  New Year Eve.  As in an epiphany, in my inner eye in twilight I swirl with a bunch of simmering sages in my hand to chase away evil spirits, and to create balance and harmony in the frequencies of energy in my abode.  The year 2025 was packed and full of shock waves.  I was in and out of behavioral hospitals wherein I broke the record to get discharged even as 7 days as inpatient client. Actually I was supposed to be released in five days but it was a blizza that kept me the two snowed-in days.  After much soul searching and researching, my beautiful and rough-handed daughter and son took over my life by becoming my represent payees. My daughter finally found a living condition for me that she can trust to be safe and nurturing.  At Mr. Alton Bruno and Ms. Chasity's Good Gifts Group Home, my daughter entrusted me into their hands.  The compassionate government of the United States, federal and the State  of Louisiana pay with enough money to subsidize my existence in the safest nation in history of mankind.

Every morning of each day, I woke up to be bathed in the energy of gratitude and abundance love especially for my willing and abling Daughter who now controlling my life in such way that my partner nicked name her as "Little Putin".  As my legal guardian she is a completely perfect provider, sturdy and generous with delightful bonus for each improvement I achieved. For 2026, my New Year Resolution is to align my frequency with Ariel Trâm-Anh until she is the center of my universe.  She deserved it.  I admire and respect my daughter and revere her comfort zone and space.  With all the fishes she'd given me, I realized I must help her to restock her pond.  I love you, appreciate you, and celebrate you.  As your mother I am proudly with humility bless your name, Baby!