Finally bought an album and sorted hundreds of
photos I’ve been carrying around in a plastic bag for four years. Memories came
flooding back. I spent the afternoon taking photos of photos and sharing them on
our family’s WhatsApp group. We reminisced and laughed. I saw home vividly even
if I know it’s no longer this way. I saw our parents happy and dad was still
alive. I saw our multitudes of relatives and childhood friends who either broke
off all ties or are dearly departed. I was left with an amalgam of happiness,
pain, and outright disbelief of what happened. Life was so simple and fulfilling when we were young, poor, and free.
~Evelyn Nec
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