When I was little growing up I love listening to Whitney Houston for various reasons:
(1) Her songs before Bobby were so divine.
(2) Whenever I was unreasonably punished by my parents. I would quietly lock myself in my room and just like Macaulay Culkin in Michael Jackson’s video “Black Or White” did– (But with the fear of God and the whipping of my lovely parents) I would tune my radio to its highest volume (Fear won’t let me dare play a loud music in my parents’ presence. They would surely smack the taste of goodness out of my poor soul. But in my room downstairs. I could enjoy the privilege every…
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