I watched her lips pucker as she sucked the life out of a ciggy. She was halfway her cup of ca phe sua nong. In between puffs, she sipped her coffee, and beamed each time. I reckon she's more hooked on the drip than I am.
That person in front of me clearly ain't her anymore.
After our brekkie in the hostel, the two of us set off for a walking tour in the city with a map on hand. Staying true to our cheapskate selves, we walked the whole five kilometers of our route. It was one of them strolls wherein the conversations weighed more than the backdrop.
That low-key Saigon stroll is one of my fave travel moments to date.
My work with Gabe is done. I couldn't be anymore proud. My sister's taking on the world like a boss. A boss with a ciggie in between fingers.
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