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A Silent Sigh
Rain. A quiet corner. A good book.
My 20 year old sister offered me homemade durian ice cream. Milky and sweet. Just nice to eat even in a chilly weather. "Can I order one?" She smirked and simply said it was not for sale. It was given to her. How sweet. I wish I could have the recipe. It was a delight to my taste buds. I love ice cream. "I can't tell you. It's a secret" Again, her mouth curled into a devious grin.
Thank you, kind soul.
It's already September. After that huge talk I attended in PWTC, I met a like-minded friend who shared the same enthusiasm for the future. Perhaps this is for the best. Taking my mind off several plaguing conflicts for a while relieved me. I drew strength in knowing the future is something we cannot predict but we can certainly plan. Go with the flow. Take charge. For now I am sorting few options and alternatives. Seems late but better than never.
It's already September. I only have the gift and luxury of time. Yet, I'm losing touch with who I am. With the people around me. Even with my own mother.
She stops asking why. Perhaps it's best this way. Being more than strangers. At least it won't hurt so much.
My 20 year old sister offered me homemade durian ice cream. Milky and sweet. Just nice to eat even in a chilly weather. "Can I order one?" She smirked and simply said it was not for sale. It was given to her. How sweet. I wish I could have the recipe. It was a delight to my taste buds. I love ice cream. "I can't tell you. It's a secret" Again, her mouth curled into a devious grin.
Thank you, kind soul.
It's already September. After that huge talk I attended in PWTC, I met a like-minded friend who shared the same enthusiasm for the future. Perhaps this is for the best. Taking my mind off several plaguing conflicts for a while relieved me. I drew strength in knowing the future is something we cannot predict but we can certainly plan. Go with the flow. Take charge. For now I am sorting few options and alternatives. Seems late but better than never.
It's already September. I only have the gift and luxury of time. Yet, I'm losing touch with who I am. With the people around me. Even with my own mother.
She stops asking why. Perhaps it's best this way. Being more than strangers. At least it won't hurt so much.