Last post tonight. Sorry. I just got Internet.
While on my vacation with my cousin, although its been years since I’ve seen him or any of my extended family, the first words were: “you’ve changed.”
It doesn’t hurt to hear those words, not anymore. He looks me over and I think I know what he’s thinking:
still small, still thin, still young-looking. Yet there’s something different. A hair cut, or in her case, growing hair can’t change someone too much?
“I can’t point out the change.”
And immediately I touch my hair, my nose, my skin, my clothes, my legs, my feet, my hands, my biceps, my backpack, my wallet, and most importantly of all:
“___ I don’t look down when I walk anymore.” I smile and it’s genuine.
“That’s another change as well Mem. You’re full of changes.”
“What’s life if you don’t change a little bit everyday?”