This brought back so many memories, I swear. It's funny how we never realize living in the "good day" until it's gone. The way you described the compound, noise and all, is so familiar. I could literally hear Cynthia's giggle and mama kenny's radio in my head. Now everything is quiet, something too quiet. And you're right, that kind of noise was comfort
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I am glad you related well with my story.
We never took it serious then, maybe the thought that all these might end someday never came, or maybe it did, we just waved it off.
But of a truth, I missed it, it was home.
Thanks a lot for stopping by.
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