tea. an unrealistic day with perfect weather. a book, well-read and with yellowing pages. flowy clothes. hair flips. the rush from running a marathon. the oxygen deficiency in your limbs half way through a marathon. the smell of freshly baked bread. the soundless, thrilled shrieks from riding a roller coaster. the familiarity of home. the reason i'll still be confident away from home. unconditional love. long, straight hair. a sparking mind. the light in that one window that'll stay on well beyond all the others around it. dreaming about backpacking across europe. quiet confidence. secret midnight parties with microwaveable snacks after movie nights. self-love. spirituality. singing along to songs despite being absolutely tone deaf. never saying goodbye. poetry. actually doing what you say. pretty urdu words. date and walnut cake. face masks and pedicures. scuba diving at the coral reef. looking expensive. that one statement of unidentified sources that will stay within your soul until the day you die.
-my mother
