Holding Me

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I held her tight, both arms around the base of her stomach and felt her heart beat.

Thump-thump

Thump-thump

Thump-thump

Inside the aging paradox, I looked into the vortex of my past, holding on tight to the little me on my lap.

One day, she will be just like me, aged in number, but as of now, she is young, and I wished to have had her vision longer.

Looking at her just, and stiff, sitting on my lap, I begin to wonder, a maze of unanswered questions.

For my sister, however, it may have been already too late, as her mind developed, perhaps I was a bit too late of her shortcomings.

I wished, For a time, she would be 3 again, and only then, would I the courage to hold her in my arms and teach her everything that I now know.

But time is a funny thing, at least for me. To others, they pass by it so casually, not even a blink of an eye and time has already consumed them.

And as she is sitting on my lap now, I wonder,

Was I this innocent?

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[ImRan kabir]

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