Suddenly, I started to feel a chest ache the ache of missing someone.
This time, the “someone” is not a fleshy human being ; it is a moment when I was a little girl, happily sharing my bed with my three- and four-seconds-older siblings.
The middle seat of the king-sized bed was always reserved for the youngest, while the two corners were claimed by the so-called elder brother and sister.
I always acted like a spooky, panicked creature who depended on them and was protected by them.
In the middle of the night, whenever I felt unsettled by the invisible, I would reach out to touch both of them—still sleepy—just to feel safe. And the magic worked: one touch, and I would fall asleep again.
I realized how precious it was to simply sleep next to your siblings.
Sharing a bed.
The memories,chaos,comfort,warmth, safety, love,fights,peace .
I call it life .
But we part ways to make our own lives.
– Chuti
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STAY SAFE
BE HAPPY
THANKS A LOT FOR VISITING.
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