the sky was moody yet it was humid. she was accompanied by her eldest son q. they plucked a few deep red huge rambutans from the tree by the side of the old house. the fruits were nectary sweet. delicious!
the ciku plant was laden with fruits. when ripe the ciku fruits are also heavenly sweet.
but the durian trees were bereft of the spiky king of fruits as it was nearly the end of the fruit season.
she looked at the green hills yonder. nostalgia crept in.
yesterdays of fun and frolic. of playful evenings. of hardworking schooldays. of the joy of excelling in class. of burning the midnight oil to get more As. it was actually fun to study hard. and obtain good grades.
and achieve your dreams.
how true that work is food for the soul. and for the cerebrals.
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