Memory on the Menu
“What do you think, Pomi?”
“ What I think? Nothing. I tell you what I heard though, that absence makes the heart grow fonder. Now imagine if that’s true. Does it mean that …”
My little crochet doll paused. 
“ …I will miss this place more and more each day and I will never get over the fact that we had to move? Does it mean that?” Pomi gave me a reproachful look.
“ Let’s talk about moving a little.”
“ I’m not interested. Isn’t it enough that we have to do it, now you also want to talk about it? I’m afraid you will have to talk to yourself.”
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o dear! I´m with you in thought *love*
🙂 🙂 🙂
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