I was at my Aunt’s house. We were chatting about what this life has done to us.
She suddenly asks, “Do you still remember?”
“Remember what?” I Puzzled.
“The days when you were young, those hard old days?” she continued with unfocused eyes as if glimpsing back to the past.
“Mmmm aaa erm” I mumbled
Slowly she said, “You know? When you were crying because you were hungry…, your parents were working so hard to put the food on the table”
“Aaa” I nodded with unsurprising look.
“Do you still remember?” She started again.
I sat in silence.
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