This is an old ordinary cheap local branded shirt that i pulled out from my drawer for recycling. But memories came flooding back to me.. on the happiness i felt when i received it in my 18+ of age. Essentially it is one of the first few shirts that i remembered my Dad had gotten me. Unconciously i wore that for years to come, even if we lost contact a few years from there.
Gee.. memories from an old shirt or regrests in one's life? it doesnt matter anyway since it's just a worn old t-shirt after all. Dad is now waiting for me outside the clinic to visit mum for tomb sweeping. Guess it's the present rather than the pass that matters huh
thank you yellow shirt.. for accompany me during this journey..
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