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August 22, 2003 I enter your house and I can tell already that things have changed, the living room looks different and the same goes for the rest of the apartment. It angers me that I should find an unfamiliar place especially when I’m returning after a whole year. As if in my honor you should have left everything untouched. Nonetheless, the apartment has the familiar aroma of Aunty and Uncle’s delicious food, the clitter clatter of Ayesha getting ready, the TV belting out booms and crashes from a play station game and Hasan yelping with joy. And im looking around for you, I see you at your favorite spot, back against the wall, legs folded ‘chilling out with the family’ as you call it. I think you knew I was coming, maybe you were waiting and I would like to think you brought me here. There are no hellos, I just launch into my stories, everything that you have missed out on, my crazy life and dreams, emptying the contents of my heart like a child shaking a pig shaped money box. Your responses are just what I had expected and needed, laughter on cue, sarcasm so rightly needed, comfort so badly missed. I go on and on, Mariam and Zehra squeal at my sudden appearance and my speech doesn’t skip a beat this is a chance I don’t know when I would get but already its time to go. Before leaving I ask you if this counts as a visit even if it’s in a dream and would you stop complaining? And would you remind me of this conversation or visit if I wake up and forget everything? I know I cry as I hug you and say goodbye, not wanting to leave, not knowing when I would return. Ode to Sarah (1:12 PM) ~`~
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