remembering the past..

..of me sitting on my fathers lap and looking around. Without no obligations in life, listening to his sound about life. Expectations of what our family shall accomplish and our background. This is our background he told me looking at me and giving me a smile. The cup of milk with a donut was always our thing with the crazy taxi trips across the city just for me, so I wouldnt forget where we come from. This is your hometown he told me, dont forget where you are from. The years went by and once again I sat on his lap and he told me, this is your hometown now but the history of us should never be forgotten. I sat there looking at his big nose and told him that I know, I remember and still today I remember.

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