Women Wrestling Submission Holds

of when I graduated. The

strong beating heart, trembling hands and arms electricity. Involuntary reaction on my face, my smile and my laughter almost unnatural. From my sister's hand grasping mine all the way round and the pressure exerted on my back when I left the classroom, and licensed. Pride that I noticed. The throat, the urge to mourn for the emotion so strong that even back when I write this.

(post and title inspired by the first of am also minita that reminded me of things I do not want to forget)