"T'is a hard year," I said to him. "Not necessarily an unhappy year, just a hard one."
There's too much work. Too much stress. Too little time for silliness.
Too much loss. Too much growing up. Too much disillusionment.
Neverland seems so far away. So does Costa Rica with its endangered green sea turtles.
So do Candy and Mini and Maxi and Ebby. Strange how you popped off like the ten little Indians one after another.
You will be missed.
Along with Mammam, who is probably instructing celestial chefs on the fine art of rolling the thinnest rotis. The older I get, the more I miss you and your wonderful mangshor jhol.
There's too much work. Too much stress. Too little time for silliness.
Too much loss. Too much growing up. Too much disillusionment.
Neverland seems so far away. So does Costa Rica with its endangered green sea turtles.
So do Candy and Mini and Maxi and Ebby. Strange how you popped off like the ten little Indians one after another.
Candy
Maxi
Mini & Ebby
You will be missed.
Along with Mammam, who is probably instructing celestial chefs on the fine art of rolling the thinnest rotis. The older I get, the more I miss you and your wonderful mangshor jhol.
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