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The past is changing

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Over the Christmas break, I decided to spend some time with my father and sister. No we didn't spend time decorating a tree or eating like a fresh batch of worms had been deposited in our bellies. Instead, we ate Chinese food , watched the Rocky movies and listened to old music. Christmas as intended! In between the punches that Mr Balboa was taking(He really took a beating in these movies. Sheesh!), we had apple music on shuffle and landed on Koffi Olomidde. My father's eyes, up to this point only skimming the television , lit up. He begun to sing a long. My sister then says, Ï remember these songs from the drives to the village ". She's 26. In my father's eyes, she might as well be 6!. "You remember that? "he says adjusting his glasses a little and sitting up. She says she does. It reminds me of all the times I'd  tell him about some memory I have from a decade or so ago and how shocked he always is that we remember these things. He then d