“Seeing how much of me is from my mother and how much of my father I carry still fascinates me. How easily I now accommodate some of their behaviors. How a part of me has expanded to understand them better; how easily I get amused by their random worries; how I keep trying to trap each moment in an image, to store memories in pixels—because I know how easily I can forget the shape of their smiles or become distracted by the sound of their laughter.”
Oh how I've missed you Stanley! Your beautiful thoughts, your well written words...
There's just no doubt that you put in a lot of work to your writings, I mean, it clearly shows in your words.
More grace Sir!
Thank you, Vera.
Oh good to read you again!
Thank you, Ife. Feels good to write to you again.
The good times you've been having is really worth sharing. Childhood friends without topics about the future..
Thanks for writing.!!
Thank you my bro
“Seeing how much of me is from my mother and how much of my father I carry still fascinates me. How easily I now accommodate some of their behaviors. How a part of me has expanded to understand them better; how easily I get amused by their random worries; how I keep trying to trap each moment in an image, to store memories in pixels—because I know how easily I can forget the shape of their smiles or become distracted by the sound of their laughter.”
Too real!
Writing about how you've not written is good writing❤️...
Reminds me of praying about how you've not prayed in a while😅
"I carried conversations with a mouth full of wine..." 🍷
Awesome 💯🥂
Thank you, Tim