{"id":1238,"date":"2019-02-04T03:05:19","date_gmt":"2019-02-04T03:05:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/dear-lola-3\/"},"modified":"2019-02-04T03:05:19","modified_gmt":"2019-02-04T03:05:19","slug":"dear-lola-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/dear-lola-3\/","title":{"rendered":"Dear Lola"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>When you&#8217;re alive I always look out for the broomsticks around the house because you will use it to me as a bunal if I will do something stupid. I always hate your way of feeding us. I always hate those broomsticks and veggies. I hate your angry voice and your strictness. However, when you died due to cancer, my world fell apart. It was the first time that I felt so lost and empty. I was just a mere five year old kid but I can feel my heart breaking into tiny pieces.<\/p>\n<p>Now, I&#8217;m turning 20, and the question that I keep on asking mysef keeps on bugging me. What if you&#8217;re still alive? Would my life be the same?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When you&#8217;re alive I always look out for the broomsticks around the house because you will use it to me as a bunal if I will do something stupid. I always hate your way of feeding us. I always hate those broomsticks and veggies. I hate your angry voice and your strictness. However, when you [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":0,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1238","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-love-letters"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1238","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1238"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1238\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1238"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1238"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1238"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}