Some faces can bring about a sudden rush of memories. Today I came across a newspaper hawker who has been standing at this one intersection for years now. His face reminded me of a time when I used to go pick up my sister every evening from work; I can't fully remember how old I was at the time but I can remember the daily trip and at times getting some pastries from the lobby while waiting for her.
Its been many years since I had thought of the place and the connection that I had with my sister at that time.....over time the connection has faded and become much weaker.I miss those days at times.....I miss that connection. I also remember the innocence of those times, the simplicity and the world of opportunity that lay in front of all of us. From those years on we got more and more dysfunctional and the connections between all of us dissipated. The last image I have of all 4 of us together was infact was when there was 5 of us.....2 days before there were 4 of us left.....
Its been many years since I had thought of the place and the connection that I had with my sister at that time.....over time the connection has faded and become much weaker.I miss those days at times.....I miss that connection. I also remember the innocence of those times, the simplicity and the world of opportunity that lay in front of all of us. From those years on we got more and more dysfunctional and the connections between all of us dissipated. The last image I have of all 4 of us together was infact was when there was 5 of us.....2 days before there were 4 of us left.....
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