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His fingers, miraculously, remembered the first familiar notes of “Jasmine.”
Broooo nooooo u give me old ppl and ill cry
Could he have guessed this was what she’d age into, that she would still be so striking?
When he finished, he put away his violin and sat down next to her. His eyes were soft and serious. “I wanted to play this for you on your birthday,” he said. “I’m sorry I didn’t.” He loved her. Truly loved her. He was bad at expressing emotion through words, but his music never lied.
Bro imma cry
Howard ripped the envelope into fourths, then into progressively smaller pieces. When the shreds were too numerous for him to continue, he cupped them and carried them to the toilet. He watched them swirl away. He would appreciate what was in front of him. His children. His wife.
You know what i was sad but i respect it
They were just them. Haiwen and Suchi.
Suchi knew now that home wasn’t a place. It wasn’t moments that could be pinned down. It was people, people who shared the same ghosts as you, of folks long gone, places long disappeared. People who knew you, saw you, loved you. When those people were far-flung, your home was too. And when those people were gone, home lived on inside you.
