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" Wake up, wake up sweetie” a voice so calm yet so full of love wind through my ears as I let those eyes of five years older me to lit , in welcome to the hands that held a bowl against my expressive lips. With grace her warmth hands smooth in my chubby cheeks that eagarly awaited her touch.

“It time” she said handing a spoon of the alluring go cold soup she had made for me after a day of stubborn wash under the rains. The igniting smell of fresh fish being seasoned with garlic and mint came lashing in, accompany in with spicy gingers that laid unbalance chopped in the soup.

“Author, Author wake up, Author….“ the precious memories went blurring to the present reality.

“Are you okay?“ Alice asked with a hand on my sweatie forehead.