it's a saturday again and im wondering what if you were still here grandma. not too long ago saturday mrnings were yours and saturday mornings meant breakfast with you. saturdays were you and us at breakfast - ipoh noodles, fried rice and lots of concentrated coffee. saturday mornings were you laughing when we retell you what happened to us throughout the week, they were your hugs and were my favourite parts of saturday.
when i see almond bread, plump old women with snowy white hair and powder, i think of you. when i see knitted clothes and babies, i wish i could hold your hands again.
xoxo
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