Most of us don't remember the events when we were young
I didn't.
Well...I did remember one
When I was 3 years old
Or so I thought...
While my mom and aunt worked
I would visit the grandma across my house
She would talk to me, although I don't remember the conversations
Just when the sun began to set she would tell me to cup my hands,
And gave me candies which I treasured
Because we couldn't afford to buy sweets
I would give half of mine to my mom when she came back home.
Thinking back it made me happier rather than sad
Because at least there are some good people left in this world
At least someone knew how to share
Even if it's candy.
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Midnight Thoughts
PoetryWhen the clock strikes 12 AM random thoughts rushes in It could be a reflection of wrongdoings, memories of loved ones, heartaches, happy memories that could make a sad girl giggle, and the list goes on. Can't sleep? Same here.
