i choke when children ask me about my baba-ma.
i wonder if they already know about death. not wanting to be the one to tell them, i lie, and make them believe that they still live on this fertile land, where wheat and water is in abundance. i just wish it wasn't a lie or maybe it isn't.
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Reflect upon your present blessings - of which every man has many - not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some.
-Charles Dickens
I feel their presence. I believe we carry a part of them with us, and therefore sometimes, see them in unfamiliar faces.
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