The Drawer

So busy that I can die. Feeling more responsibilities thrown to me… Hope it is a good thing.

Death, Life, Memories.

I am on my way and for the past hour, thoughts of the night that my grandpa laid still in bed kept flooding my mind in waves. No matter where the flashbacks start, they never fail to end with the wailing coming from inside his room and my cousins calling out to him, in a desperate or rather, traditionally practiced manner; in hope that his soul will turn back upon hearing their voices.

Will it be like this? I doubt I will know for I just got the news.

3 months ago -

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