January 15, 2017

This funny thing called family.

Never realised how small things bothered me. It was as though she preferred his company over mine, the way she laughed or lit up recalling his jokes, you know, those small things.

Like how that woman sat in the front seat of my dad’s car, first time ever did I feel acutely displaced.

 

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