We celebrate the new year
where we grew up. I can't think
of a better way to move forward
with life than to look back
and see how much things have changed.
The cats grandmother used to own
are dead. Trees have been cut down
to make way for the towering of houses.
The old man who lives across
street still says to kids
that if they stay up after midnight
they will never grow big.
That they will be stuck at their age
unable to move forward
with time.
I never believed the old man
but I guess nobody did.
The whole neighborhood is always
awake to welcome coming year.
In a foreign country, my uncle
receives a message from us
saying that we share his wish
of celebrating the arrival
of tomorrow
at the same time.
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