What if one day you were told that everything you believed to be true wasn't real, but just your imagination?
I saw the forgotten today. The government or some entity tried to break up the bond of a mother and child. "But some things can't be forgotten"
I hadn't been to store in so long. On the inside of big safe, my dad measured Ibrahim and I as we grew taller. [I haven't grown since 2006 btw-_-] But there was another line/name on the safe. "SHIRI AUNTIE. HAHAHA. SHE'S SO SHORT!" heh. I didn't realize how small she used to be. We still use her scarves to cover everything up after work. Oh, but now we have actual soap. Which I thought was really weird; she only used dish detergent, even to wash her hands.
How many lives does one life touch?
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