today while at the bus stop, i could smell something really familiar, 2 seconds later, my brain registered it was my grandfather's scent. it was like a mixture of newspapers + after shower fresh smell. i turned to my right to see a guy reading the newspapers, felt kinda disappointed that it wasn't him. Then again, how could it even be him?
i miss you GP. CNY is really depressing without you around, i dont care if i got fewer hongbaos this year, i just want you back...though, are you happy up there? i wish with all my heart that you are.
anyway, my brain is fried for today.
Lord, give success to the work of our hands.
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