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Just finished filling up a KYC form for my mother, and as I mechanically filled in the details, mum nudged I had forgotten to write "Late" before my grandmother's beautiful, beautiful name. It teared me up. It always will. I looked up at my mother, and I realised that someday, I will be adding the same prefix before her name too. And let me tell you - even if Death is inevitable, Death is never fair. Especially when it makes an entry too late - Too late until Life has already played out her magic. Her filthy, crooked magic of Attachment. ©hecayte
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Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 8:26 AM UTC
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Just finished filling up a KYC form for my mother, and as I mechanically filled in the details, mum nudged I had forgotten to write "Late" before my grandmother's beautiful, beautiful name. It teared me up. It always will. I looked up at my mother, and I realised that someday, I will be adding the same prefix before her name too. And let me tell you - even if Death is inevitable, Death is never fair. Especially when it makes an entry too late - Too late until Life has already played out her magic. Her filthy, crooked magic of Attachment. ©hecayte
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Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 8:26 AM UTC
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