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Anila saw the old photo. Baba, Ma, herself and her older brother. Baba took his older brother in his lap, instead of her, although she was junior to him. He used to be cranky, especially around sleep time. Anila tried to remember, thinking about all these, all that. Was she angry about that? She could not recall. She could never understand all these, precisely, as these are all random generations of thoughtful popped up waves. In thinking mind, in notes to observe. The other day, she had a day with the special students, minors, while her task was to help them as a substitute teacher. Yen, Max, Barett, Alex, Hendrix and Whitten. Blond hair, black hair and beautiful, bright eyes.

During the afternoon, they had a designated nap time. After taking a nap, food time served them. The eyes , the eyes full of teardrops and Hendrix. Surreal and ridiculous too. Jokes of divine wisdom.

These days are not those gold moments. But these are too. More than all of the happening time.

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