Tuesday, 03 June 2008
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the finest part of any party is the sweetness of its aftermath; my cheeks aching from all the laughs, feet and arms suddenly sore from the hours spent in the kitchen whipping up a storm. my brothers and i, we raise our teacups in a toast, and gaze up at the cranes that transformed our ceiling into a vast sky with several suns.
to spend these kind of moments in these years with my brothers was something that i had never dared to ask God for, something that i thought was intangible, but of course He managed to arrange it anyway. dinners, packed lunches, housework, bills, groceries, laundry, mail- i am astounded at our efficiency as housemates. (save for the ironing). (and weeding). i sometimes wonder if mum and dad are proud of us for transforming from angsty, selfcentred teenagers to our current state, but then i remember that i'm crawling towards the 'mid-twenties' and it's about time we learnt to appreciate each other.
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