“Harlie…?”
I searched her face. Familiar…
“This is Serene! From band, Newtown…?”
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ya! That’s it! Trombone section’s second in command!
MA’AM! I almost said, “Hello, ma’am”. She was my senior in band and I called her ma’am although she couldn’t have been one or two years older than me.
“Ahhh yes I remember,” I said “You look so different!”
“And you haven’t changed..!”
“So I still look gin-nah? Damn.”
“Eh you also go here ah? Good good see you around I’m going for my class now!”
MA’AM! Ten years on, she’s still my ma’am. Some things don’t change.
(Damn do I really still look the same? And if so… is this a necessarily good/bad thing?)
