A decade in Clementi seems just like yesterday as today I was back to my neighbourhood after a year, and the guys at the Prata shop and the Uncle at the Kopitiam recognised me with nods and the where have you been question.
Home is a familiar space, even when it is lost. I often dream about the space. I am used to losing spaces of care, with Muscat being the first at the age of 30.
The Clementi Boy will be back again for Kopi.
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