Is it normal to be not normal

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father wrote a sad poem and shared with everyone, sad poem because he is at my sisters place, he can’t go to his own home because of lockdown. It’s been a month and he is missing his nomad life. When I asked him why you wrote such a sad poem he told me it’s not a poem it’s a song and later my sister sent me a video in which he is singing the same.Yesterday my nephew was reading a book with his mother suddenly he started crying when my sister asked him why he is crying, he told her because his favourite character dies in the book, then my sister also started crying and they both had to use hankie to wipe the tears.<p id=

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"f29c">Because of lockdown my extended family in India are cooking a lot and the pics are being shared on social media but here I am still trying to manage with leftovers and minimal cooking because I don’t have any inclination for decorative cooking, I use that energy for creative work which makes me happy.thanks <a href="undefined">Pallavi@305</a> for sharing stories with me which make me both smile and sad and special thanks to my son for being that constant disturbance to my thoughts alone at home during this difficult time I would have gone insane and thanks to this place too where I can bare it all.</article></body>

random observation during Lockdown

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some strange happenings in my home and family during this difficult time

my son has taken out his nerf gun and shooting on the wall, when he is not studying or reading books he is doing this and I feel he is doing this to irritate me.While I write this he continues to do the same and I am silently ignoring him.

My father wrote a sad poem and shared with everyone, sad poem because he is at my sisters place, he can’t go to his own home because of lockdown. It’s been a month and he is missing his nomad life. When I asked him why you wrote such a sad poem he told me it’s not a poem it’s a song and later my sister sent me a video in which he is singing the same.

Yesterday my nephew was reading a book with his mother suddenly he started crying when my sister asked him why he is crying, he told her because his favourite character dies in the book, then my sister also started crying and they both had to use hankie to wipe the tears.

Because of lockdown my extended family in India are cooking a lot and the pics are being shared on social media but here I am still trying to manage with leftovers and minimal cooking because I don’t have any inclination for decorative cooking, I use that energy for creative work which makes me happy.

thanks Pallavi@305 for sharing stories with me which make me both smile and sad and special thanks to my son for being that constant disturbance to my thoughts alone at home during this difficult time I would have gone insane and thanks to this place too where I can bare it all.