Today I saw my dad’s phone number, which I still remember by heart, pop up on Telegram under a new user.
0903***785.
My heart squeezed for a brief moment. It felt like a part of your core memory was taken away.
“That’s mine! Give it back to me.”
Grief is sneaky. It’s been more than 6 years and once in a while it’s all coming back – the gasping for air, the what if’s, the longing for maybe an eventual reunion.
Some time ago, I wrote a song dedication note at an acquaintance’s wedding. My handwriting is cursive and, arguably, elegant.
The song I requested was Always remember us this way by lady Gaga but the singer opted for Memories by Maroon 5 instead.
It brought back a memory when I was in middle school when my dad looked at my school note book and said how he was proud of my handwriting.
His was beautiful too.
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Keane Nguyen 