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The farm boy comes home: Day 1

I'm now here inside our candle-lit bathroom, doing my business. The
faint warm glow of the little flickering flame brings back so much
memories that some parts of me are now melting like candle wax.

The plastic dipper is still here, but the big orange pail which
contained my everyday bath water back then is now replaced by a bigger
green pail that used to contain bakery lard. The door is now replaced
by something that actually works like a door (it has locks now) so now
I don't have to sing while taking a bath (and/or doing other
activities) just to remind everyone that the room is occupied.

Ok I'm done. And a mosquito just bit me.