a year since mintobaba's death
a marriage to be consummated
a house to be made into a home
a habit that might turn into an addiction
a year where i might postpone my studies AGAIN
an anxiety of changed roles that i might not be able to handle
an adjustment of shared spaces
a biennial family reunion as always
...the minutiae that is currently dotting my mindscape
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we are growing up then?
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