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I've been eating Milo chocolate cereal for dinner for 3 nights in a row. Almost finishing the whole box that now not even half full. A combination of laziness and a familiar feeling. Too lazy to get out of the house or simply bring something home after work. A familiar feeling of my childhood. Of many Saturday nights that I spent eating Milo chocolate cereal while watching a football match on tv in the middle of the night, in the comfort of my parents home. The next day, I would wake up to the sound of my dads' footsteps coming down the stair in the morning. I would pretend not to hear a sound, and hold my blanket tight. My dad, then, would try to wake me up and start blasting the music from his stereo. Then I would smell the coffee my mom made, and the noises coming from my siblings. 

In the past 3 days, after eating cereal for dinner around the same time on those Saturday nights that feels like years ago, I always wake up to the sound of my alarm. Smell the scent of a cup of morning coffee that I make myself before get ready to work. Outside I can hear the vehicles passing by, and the neighbourhood commute routine. And most of the day in a week, I will hear my next door neighbor debating with her kid in the morning rush about which shoes she has to wear to school.


  1. Replies
    1. Thank you so much, Shoko
      I really enjoy your writings!

  2. the thing i love about food is the memories and stories that come with it. <3


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