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Jun. 9th, 2004 12:15 amTalked to my sister ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
yunalilly on the phone this afternoon. Hung up the phone sad. She told me that at her work (Starbucks) they got a new CD in, for overhead play in the store. It had my favourite R.E.M. song on it, and Ki kept playing that song over and over, last time self went to California (in March). So she said that when the song came on, she was dancing around in the store, and got teary, because she missed me.
Life is painful. People come in and out of each other's lives, leaving little footprints, but never staying. The people Ki grew up with, they aren't the people self knows now. Not even my family. We're all apart. And Ki loves them, and Ki knows they love me, it's weird to think, there's just this random people all over the world, and Ki's in their thoughts, and they're in mine, but we don't see each other, we don't call often enough, and we don't know what goes on in each other's day to day. Yet everytime we see each other, it's immediately comfortable, it's immediately as it always was. They're part of who Ki is, and they're part of me.
Ki used to find herself ugly, she always wished for a different body, and a different face. Thought her eyes were too small, and her hips too wide, and her mouth too quirky. But now when Ki looks in the mirror, and thinks about all the people that said she looks just like her father, she sees it, and she decides she loves her face. She wouldn't trade it for anything. Ki sees his cheekbones in hers, and she sees his eyebrows, and she sees his nose, and she sees his chin, and when she pulls her clothes on everyday she sees her grandmother's hips, and her grandmother's shoulders and her father's toes, and it makes her happy, and she wouldn't want it to be any other way.
yunalilly on the phone this afternoon. Hung up the phone sad. She told me that at her work (Starbucks) they got a new CD in, for overhead play in the store. It had my favourite R.E.M. song on it, and Ki kept playing that song over and over, last time self went to California (in March). So she said that when the song came on, she was dancing around in the store, and got teary, because she missed me. Life is painful. People come in and out of each other's lives, leaving little footprints, but never staying. The people Ki grew up with, they aren't the people self knows now. Not even my family. We're all apart. And Ki loves them, and Ki knows they love me, it's weird to think, there's just this random people all over the world, and Ki's in their thoughts, and they're in mine, but we don't see each other, we don't call often enough, and we don't know what goes on in each other's day to day. Yet everytime we see each other, it's immediately comfortable, it's immediately as it always was. They're part of who Ki is, and they're part of me.
Ki used to find herself ugly, she always wished for a different body, and a different face. Thought her eyes were too small, and her hips too wide, and her mouth too quirky. But now when Ki looks in the mirror, and thinks about all the people that said she looks just like her father, she sees it, and she decides she loves her face. She wouldn't trade it for anything. Ki sees his cheekbones in hers, and she sees his eyebrows, and she sees his nose, and she sees his chin, and when she pulls her clothes on everyday she sees her grandmother's hips, and her grandmother's shoulders and her father's toes, and it makes her happy, and she wouldn't want it to be any other way.
