I was a little cute (Ơ̴̴̴̴̴̴͡.̮Ơ̴̴͡) girl then, lived with my family in a friendly small town. Every Sunday morning several children, including me, walked together to sunday school closed to the church.
Joyfully when we all still hold together, playing and singing until every child tired. Then each went home, bringing stories for parents and siblings. I was no exception.
Coming home from a friend's house in that day, I brought a rose for my mother. My friend's mother has allowed me to pluck a sprig before I go home.
How fragrant the rose, I inhaled along the way, until a few petals apart, and remains visible wilting. I would be so sad.
Is when we too adore something then it would quickly wither? Then we lose it?
That's just as innocent as question of a little girl, tens years ago.
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best regards,
Rinny Soegiyoharto
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