Sail


"Teetee! Come wipe my butt!"
"Pitha!"
My little (nickname), I love you.
Silence begins.......
Two years go by, then five.
I wonder how's my little (nickname), I miss you so.
Do you still remember me?
Another five.
Sadness replaces your voice, cry soothes the longing.
Reunited at last! Bittersweet.
"Here Teetee, listen to this".
"I like it (real name).
Graduation, so proud nephew!
The years may be history, but I replay memories.
I love you my little (nickname), always.

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