Sunday of remembrance // The sweet memories left behind
How are you all my friends? I sincerely greet you all in this short post of mine today. I hope you are all doing well. Today I have come to share some words with you about a beautiful memory from Sunday. We all know that Sunday means a special feeling. This day always has a different feeling for me. Many of you know that I live abroad now, but whenever Sunday comes, my mind goes back to those childhood memories.
Actually, many of you know that I am currently in Malaysia. And in Malaysia, Sunday means a holiday, a day when people travel a lot and do many things. In fact, a person has many dreams throughout the week that he will fulfill in one day at the end of the week. I am no exception. On this Sunday of the week, I like to go to my favorite places a lot. Many times on this Sunday, I think of those words from my childhood. When I get a day off, I used to travel with my friends, and I used to play with my older brothers; there is no limit to the number of different memories I have.
Currently, I am far away. I am doing very well in my new country, in my new life. But Sundays are different here. Some Sundays are not stressful, but there is no family heat, no happiness. Most of the time, I sit alone and look at old pictures. I remember my mother's smile, my father's words, laughter and jokes of my brothers and sisters. Then I think those Sundays of my childhood made me who I am today.
People living abroad understand how important memories are. Small memories give our minds strength. When I am tired or sad, I remember those old memories of Sundays. It feels like I have gone back to that time. That playground, that afternoon's stories, that smile, everything still seems to be revolving around me.
I have learned that Sunday's memories are not only a source of bliss, but also a source of learning. My mother's, my father's sympathy, love of my friends, all of whom have taught me the value of life. These small memories help me make big decisions today.
I think that Sunday is not just a holiday for me. It is a day to meet my past. I give myself some time on this day, listen to old songs, watch old pictures and tell myself, I am not alone, my memories are with me. The memories that I will probably carry with me until I die. And the memories that are etched in my mind will never happen again because I will never get those childhood days back, but now I feel that peace just thinking about them.
Friends, I will also tell you, remember your Sunday memories. They will give you strength, too. The joy that there is in the small moments of life cannot be compared to anything big. Sunday memories remind us of that.
Everyone, stay well and stay healthy. Thank you all
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