My skin uncomfortable in the humidity whilst doing my job: throwing and picking up shuttlecocks from the ground, repeatedly. Told myself to look at this scene in another perspective, in admiration: sisters playing with each other, giggling, one creating magical bubbles and the other bursting them, their characters poles apart yet also so alike. Will I miss moments like this, I ask myself. Will I miss them bugging me, holding my hands, their silly faces grinning at me.
Without a doubt.
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