maw and I met in preparatory school and have been friends since. she’s like the sister I never had. she was the one who taught me how to ride a bike, and we’ve a lot of childhood secrets neatly tucked away in our imaginary vault. and so, even if I am already a veteran attendee of all of my [closest] friends’ despedidas, nothing really prepares you how to orchestrate your last goodbyes. so we cried.
hopefully she’lll be back after a year.
bye, maw. we love you! see ya next year –