Tiabasi
I could not recall being this happy in a long time.
The last time I was this ecstatic was childhood. It was when I had both my parents in one house, laughing and loving up. It was when Christmas holidays represented visiting my grannies in their country home and playing with extended relatives who had no tags or any discernible line of relationship.
It was when there had yet to be a reason for my mom to be so bitter. When she had not begun hounding me to study law in school get good grades and immediately begin seeking job opportunities for me without my consent. I love my mom, but she was simply too much to handle all at once. And I do not even want to think about her now. I want to relish this unbridled joy flowing in my body.
