There is a kid I mention and wish on this blog almost every December.
Today he knocked on the door and I saw him after years. He is taller to me but maybe a foot or so (I'm four feet nine inches so cannot judge the true 'tallness' of most people). He was upstairs working on a team project. He came to borrow a stapler! We were in the middle of lunch. But so nice to see him. So very nice! Been years. I may sound redundant.
Its sad history repeating itself. Atleast he (we) were lucky that they moved away and probably barely remembers. And hurt remains with only us (mainly me). But for his father and my mom, her sisters...it was a deeper and longer connection. I wonder how much it hurts them.
Its not my ego that stops me from contacting or confronting...its the anticipation of consequences. I'm a very optimistic person (I like to believe I am anyways) but there are some things I've learnt not to have hope about. This situation is one such instance.
But all said and done, dear little kid will always have a special place in my heart. I'm glad I saw him. Glad that I got to give him a hug.
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