Reminisce our memories..

Sitting at the corner with everyone,
some with stool some without
with the big brown bag, newspaper spread over the floor
spiky torn durian all over the floor
him with the butter knife opening it up, and the rest of us enjoying..
Taking the shell with us, to wash our hand and rinse our mouth..
Thats the kind of simple family gathering we once had..

That memory is etched in my mind.. but i'm afraid that when i get older, it gets blurer..

So just now, jiejie bought back durian, and we opened it.
But its a new kind of taste..
the old taste can never be found again, for the people are gone..

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