She sat on my favorite chair, the only chair in my room and began telling stories. I listened with utmost enthusiasm. I shared some stories as well, not as smooth as her narration. How these simple moments mean so much now that big changes are about to happen in our lives. She is going to work abroad while I am going to be a mother, both changes happening real soon. And we talk about things that we like, share memories that we like to relive and just spend the humid night next to each other. It’s lovely and a little maudlin, sharing the last days of our old selves.