2 am. am drinking yakult and it reminds me of the yesterdays we had.

when I was younger, i would always fight my sister for the grape flavored yakult. I like how the sweetness lingers and the comfort the purple brings.

Now, we no longer fight over yakults but nothing has changed.

We still had our fortnightly sleepovers,weekly bickerings and daily hugs.

We still keep the fights going and we havent stopped seeking the taste of victory in our very own ways.

but today was different.

today, yakults have lost its magical touch, its ability to make one feel warm and cherished.

today, yakult was just yakult.