When i was eleven and in Australia, I'd look to the horizon at night, at what I believed was the general direction of Singapore. I'd wonder what you were doing right that very instant – if you were having dinner with your family, laughing with them or sitting in a corner reading a book like you always would.
Tonight I sat at the back of an army truck, in the middle of a great dusty nowhere, looking towards a direction I believed was our home – and I wondered if you were playing with Anne; if you guys were laughing.
What was true so many, many years go is also true now. I want so much to be a part of your world, to hear your laughter and be there should you face an occasion to cry.
I'm comforted that some things have remained the same all these years.

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