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  • I entered the living room filled with elderly relatives and neighbors, just moments after my mothers last breath. "A tragedy" all my aunts clucked.

    After 2 hours of aunts plucking and tucking I wandered the narrow aisles of the market searching for Marigolds. 5 minutes of ducking behind and under shopper’s gazes, I stop and peer through the rows of vendors.

    I used to know every vendor and stall, though at the time I could run beneath most of them chasing my imaginary ghost.

    There, between the Mangos and dried fish the bright gold faces greeted me. However much I wish I’d changed I'm recognized immediately. "Ahh, you are still beautiful. So, sad to hear about your mother."

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