Tag: domestic life
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Walking
I went on a walk today. It was refreshing. I came across some beautiful sights. A tree up close. The sky. Birds. Life is good. Things that matter so much between the four walls become meaningless and unnecessary once you step out. They don’t disappear. No. They become quiet. Quietly humming. Like my grandma’s fridge…
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Grief for breakfast, lunch and dinner
For several years, my family ate grief for breakfast, lunch and dinner. We didn’t like it but that’s all we had. My father was 23 when he got married. He hates that number now. My grandmother pretended to accept my mom. Years later, she kicked them out of the house. My dad was the disgraceful…