It's funny the things that remind me of my parents. Like when I wake up in the morning and feel my eyes glued shut with sleep, and wish my dad would pop his head in the door and say "should I get you a warm face cloth to help you wake up sweetie?"; when I'm trying to eat an orange and basically just mashing it with juice dribbling everywhere and wish my mum was there to cut it into bite-sized pieces for me; when I'm trying to fry sausages and they're all sticking to the bottom of the pan, and I wish my dad would just do it; when I'm out and about and have a snivelly nose and wish my mum had forced me to take a hankercheif that morning... Even the little things I wish I could just share with them, like how well I peeled all the scraggy white bits from my mandarin or about an awesome car I just saw.
I have no conclusion to this post, this is all.
I have no conclusion to this post, this is all.
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