I look at the faces of my high school friends, and theirs mirror mine. Faces delicately stamped by passing time. Hands creased by toil, care and chores. The fabric of our stories have become heavier and darker with increasingly sad stories of deaths, poor health, family and personal struggles. I have migrated abroad in another country along with some friends, while some have lived in the same city. Though our travels have taken us to different places since graduation, we have now arrived at the same spot - more tolerant, kinder and compassionate to each other. Where disagreements and jealousy gnawed at our friendship, we now provide help, support and celebrate each other's journey. Viewed within our group's narrative, I count each thread, weave, tug and pull with gratitude. Whatever change is coming my way, I can rely on this group of ladies to see me through.
of fallen leaves with sun's luster-
sky brims - autumn's rust-
Autumn by Everyday Amazing
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