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For my non-biological sister!


I know it feels like leaving a piece of yourself behind and even the shabbiest of walls make you sad because you have memories with it; memories of 14th August flaglets or of eid photoshoots. The bathroom has seen you the most vulnerable, has seen you cry. The sitting room has witnessed you enter the house with sparkling eyes and screaming words because of your successes over the course of the last 13 years spend at that place. I know it's scary and sad. It even makes you weak at places; in the stomach, and a little in the legs. at least that's where I feel my sadness.

Just hang in there and know that our houses are a little more closer now and maybe we can see each other more often. and that it's a new beginning and it'll bring so so many more beautiful memories because that's what life is at the end of the day and eventually home is where your heart is right? and where 'your' people are. With the right people, you can make a home out of any place and before you know it, you will be at home and at peace at the place that looked so foreign, so new at the beginning.

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