Even after they’re over they still go on, even after we are dead and buried, those moments are lasting still, backward and forward, on into infinity. They are everything and everywhere all at once.
Those moments when you dance with me, those moments when you took me riding on your old cars.
That one moment when we talk before you give away my hands to a man. I was foolish and you were wise enough to let me experience what I needed in life. I thank you.
Ina Madjidhan, your youngest.