It was around the year of 1999, a jolly fat asian boy lived out his life. He was originally raised in a place we consider today as “old korea town”, Annandale. He lived with his hard working parents and older siblings in a small but comfortable condo. There was this unexplainable serenity that lingered in the air of this neighborhood. This boy would constantly get himself in trouble in some sort of dangerous way but would always come out ok. He loved to play outside like most normal 7 year olds did and had a love for adventure. His perspective of everything was so pure and childlike that anything as simple as finding a salamander under a rock would be excitable. There came a change one day. This boy was playing outside like usual when an old lady told him to come to her. Honestly she wasn’t the most pleasant sight. She was quite overweight and was barely wearing anything which revealed her unattractive saggy skin. Oh did I mention she was also smoking. The boy hesitantly walked over to her and said with a raspy voice that was distinct, ” Do you like to blow bubbles”? The boy smiled and nodded. At that moment an unforgettable friendship was formed. From that they on that kid would constantly visit the old lady and keep her company and she would always give him some sort of treat such as candy or more bubbles. She always loved to sit out on a lawn chair, wearing her usual revealing bathrobe, smoking a cigg while enjoying the peace an serenity that everyone in that neighborhood shared. Although her lifestyle didn’t seem so healthy there was no doubt that this old lady was filled with gentle kindness and wisdom. She would love to talk and rant about things that this boy never really understood and to this day probably still don’t. As there is a beginning to everything there always must be an end. The boy and the family eventually moved out and all connections and memories were lost from that sacred place.
Today, 10 years later, I went back to that little place. I don’t know what possessed me to do such a thing but I knew I had too. As I walked around I was struck by nostalgia. Everything I saw just drove my emotions and pieces of memory into place like an old puzzle. In excitement I kept reminiscing of all the good times I had. I even went into the apartment complex that I used to live in and went to the door of my former house ,105 was the number. I went around to all the places I used to play around and for some reason everything just started to fit into place. But there was still something missing and I wasn’t sure of what it was at first. Then it came to me..I thought to myself what if…what if she still lived there! But I thought realistically to myself its been 10 years who knows where she could be. But I still went over to the place with degraded hope. As I came to her condo I felt as though someone else was for sure living there. But I peered in through the window and I saw nothing but pitch black. When all of a sudden I saw a muffled reflection of someone through the window. I quickly turned around and to my astonishment she was right there… She was on her lawn chair, wearing her usual revealing bathrobe, smoking a cigg…. At first I was in complete shock and was speechless but then after a second or two I blurted out ” Do You Remember Me”? she responded confused “you do look familiar”. Over excitedly I pointed at my condo ” I lived there! do you remember me”. With a smile on her face she responded”Ahh I doo remember why have you grown!? From there on the conversation carried and we caught up on things. As it was time for me to go I said my last goodbyes to her, when she asked me ” do you want to blow some bubbles? I still got them” I smiled and thought to myself a little and then kindly turned down her offer. As I was driving out it was there that it hit me..Wow I have grown up and in less than 2 weeks I’m heading of on my own….. Wow….I held back the tears and drove off.
“Reach out for the joy and the sorrow. Put them away in your mind. The memories are times that you borrow, to spend when you get to tomorrow”.



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