My mother said.
I remember you hiding Baba's chappals every single morning when you were hardly 3 years old. So we had to wake you to find them. I remember you dragging Patti inside the bedroom at 6. So nobody else would speak to her but you. I remember you standing with your arms outstretched guarding the door so Dada would not escape. And now you are going away. And I can't close any doors. Stay happy. Stay blessed. Enjoy every moment. And don't sulk.
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