ixhanti lam

Dear Fez My phone reminded me it was your birthday last month. It happens every year. I suspect I may have added this reminder as a way to remember you alive, every year. Not that I could ever forget you. And for some reason I missed you more this year. Hence this letter. Every other year I would say a silent happy birthday to you. But this year felt different. I’m not sure what exactly I missed. Perhaps the fact that we never took pictures. That I lost our messages in my old phone.  And yet I remember you every time I wear mismatched earrings (and even when I wear matching earrings). You always seemed to pull it off and make it look cool (I look like I’m trying too hard). I still have the kanga you gave me. It’s still intact because I hardly use it for fear of losing it and therefore losing you. I still have your tv. I never did get it fixed. The screen shattered and I lost the remote. I took it to Bang and Olufsan but they couldn’t fix it. That was our last conversation. Talking abo