What is life without memories? – A question that may be asked by anyone, anywhere, at anytime. A question I asked at a dinner by myself at Mcdonald. I thought about my past, about things that made me happy or sad, about a place I grew up. A place, I’ve always known – SK St Mary’s – a school I studied almost two decades ago, for six years.
It has been almost two decades since I left the school. About a year ago, I went there again. It was not a special occasion, I was just looking around, hoping to find some good stories for Sunday features for the paper I’m working with. The place was in a process of tearing down. I had a feeling, a feeling I could not possibly described. It was love I supposed.
Not a lot came to my mind at that point, just me…
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