A sunny day, a cool fresh breeze from the window. My parents..
A sunny day, a cool fresh breeze from the window. My parents are alive, and I am at peace. Mom is browsing for the porcelain sets and figurines she wants, while behind the wall, Dad is seeing his patients. Such a crystal-clear day, transparent.
I’m writing medical records—thick patient files with little space left to write, and a whole stack of them looks pleasantly substantial.
An old friend called, so full of life and joy, and we exchanged photos. Everything feels so calm. My back is warm, protected. I wish I could keep this moment, replay it over and over. Let it not slip away—people leave so easily, only the earth remembers their footsteps.