Is currently watching what seems to be one of the movie my dad and I both shared as one of our favorite movies—Indiana Jones and The Kingdom of The Crystal Skull. It is also raining outside. The sound of the raindrops against the roof makes it very interesting tonight. My night will be complete if I have a bowl of buttered popcorn. Although I have a choice of Cheezels or chocolate ice-cream with nuts and marshmallows. How funny it is to sit on the couch in front of the television with my dad sprawling comfortably on the other couch next to where I am sitting—both fascinated by the movie we have once watched at the cinema. We are both not making any sound. Somehow, I find this situation very engaging. I love how I am able to be a daughter who stays in the same living as my dad in the same moment, watching something that secretly, we both like. I have spend most of my nights in my bedroom—I have not making this silent connection with my dad at home anymore—just the connections we have when I hitch a ride to college on his motorcycle.
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