Somewhere along the path, I lost it, don’t know where or when. It wasn’t a one-fine-day incident. As I grew up it just got left behind, very slowly, and I didn’t go back for it. It was there when as a kid I used to wait for the annual momo dinner, when we lined up for gifts that came wrapped in newspapers in our refugee school, it was there when we all gained a year together, before birthdays were cakes and candles. Somewhere along the path, I lost it, don’t know where or when. When new (...)
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