The place where I used to live when I was a kid never changes, but the people. I could see my mother was preparing breakfast for me and my brother, a gorgeous food, a glass of white milk. Then, she took us to school with the improper old motorcycle. We used to be together before it came and destroyed anything. Jackfruits hanging on the tree were always there in front of my room’s window. A small casuarinas tree which I always designed with my brother in Christmas Eve, pretending that we celebrated Christmas. The colorful lamp which my father set for us. Red, yellow, green, and blue. There used to be butterflies in our garden. They were easy to be caught. Children liked to play in our garden looking for some bugs. Taking a nap was an activity we always did together in my family. There used to be no veranda there. But when it came, it destroyed anything. The living room where we used to watch TV and jest was where the corpse laid down. And we, were separated. My brother was out of the city, so was my mother. But I was still here, in the place where I used to live when I was a kid and the memories always appeared in my mind.
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