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I woke up this morning with nostalgic feelings. I had a dream about my brother, whom I haven’t seen for almost 2 years. In the dream, I was visiting him in his room, but it looked completely different. It was more like a bamboo hut now and he was sharing it with a few people there. He looked fit and fine. I don’t even remember whether I was happy to see him or not, but we exchanged updates about our lives. Then I woke up. I missed him so much that I even texted him on Messenger, even though I knew I probably wouldn’t get a reply. In the morning, I did my laundry

Thank you, June.  With your departure, you had gently reminded me that half of the year is now gone.  You have taught me how to be proud of myself, the way I have been handling these past months.  the silent battles I fought.  the moments I had to be humble.  the times I had to wipe my own tears and pat myself on the back.  What is next, June?