It's a hot day and it's such a relief to be indoors. I wonder whose house this is. It's pretty. Windows all around, book cases, fluffy pillows, candles. It even smells pretty. Then I see who owns it and when I look at him closely, I know there just can't be any mistake - he must be Pareto Patacsil's twin brother. I never knew he had one but this must be his twin brother because Pareto Patacsil is dead.
"Um, I knew your brother. From class."
"You're Camille."
Then we just look at each other and smile a little and cry a little because we understand.
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I just can't believe that this house is exactly the way I remember it. Well, not exactly because I've forgotten parts of it, to be honest, but it feels right.
It's been 25 years since I've been to this house in Cottage Grove. See, I even remember the address.
So while Daddy and Mama are resting I show Sockie around. This is where I used to sleep. This is where I used to practice playing my violin. This is where I kept my toys. And as I continue the tour I feel more and more like the house was just waiting, waiting, waiting for me to come back.
I'm so contented that I decide to step out for a while a buy myself a real American street hotdog.
1 comment:
im just a bit puzzled. i wanna know whose pareto patacsil you are talking about. is it the señior or the junior? are they the one from the philippines?
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