I don’t have much recollection of this place.
It was my parents first home after they got married.
I was born here and I’ve seen many pictures of me in that old house.
A few faint memories like the mosaic stairs, the pine tree at the front porch, the ‘jungle’ in the backyard.
Then suddenly I was dropping my wife off at a colleague’s housewarming and I saw this place.
Immediately asked my dad which was our unit number.
Drove down the road and found the unit.
But it is completely different now.
Oh well.
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