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( Eee! not a fan of kids tho )

tiny firsts snailing around neck, face nestled on the shoulder, legs draped around waist ─ might feel good

the simulation of him, fluttering around 

memories─dry fluttering leaves, are peeled off and swept away with time. nothing stays forever. the spring is to reminisce their vague existence with everything new.

things become bearable with right people around.

even slightest pain of any kind might start to strike something deep within because of something that had happened to someone close.

children, letting go of their grandparents. 

the mother losing her life during child birth.