Words & Writings

Promise Me Then

Promise me we will go to see the geyser, stay for a while, and you will name your son Harrison.

Promise me I will have no worry about consuming sugar, drawing on the wall, missing my high-school friends, owning more camera, or running a little vintage bookshop.

Promise me you will graduate, and when I do, you’d clap the loudest, and wait for me with the clich√©; bouquet of flowers. You would smile, so would the flower seller. Then the pavements would surely be full.

Promise me then.

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Puty Puar. F/28. Indonesian. Working at home mom, blogger, illustrator, book author & enthusiast. Also a small business owner. Contact her through puti [dot] karina [dot] puar [at] gmail [dot] com.