Most of the memories, of our childhood is pixelated, both of us remember it in
bits and pieces like a big jig-saw puzzle,
and we sit together for hours, clearing a complete picture.
She know the parts, that are blurred, I remember the parts, that are hazy, and we put our stories, on the canvas, painting it with our own colours, laughing, crying and arguing about the forgotten tales.
We have a lifetime to share, and no one would know my darkest corners, and the fears, as much as you, lets hold this canvas forever, our roads would never part, we've shared our childhood, and we have our hundred years, to do so.
. *Mom loves me more* ☺️