Haven’t seen Tika (blue shirt) in years. We are in a cold bedroom now, they are on mattresses talking about love and medical stuff, I am joining in with fingers glued onto (Devi’s) laptop, wide awake. Cold but lit up. I like how things haven’t changed much since 2004. They are all still set to be future doctors. I am still the ugly awkward (yet happy) duckling. And for one night we are roommates again, and I am still keeping everyone up.
