On the opening day of my freshman year of high school, with shattered light sifting through the sycamore trees on the boulevard, my senior neighbor sister in a blue skirt, like a wind wrapped in sunshine and soap locust, crashed into my world that was darkened by depression. She used to be my playmate day and night in my childhood, but now she is a clear figure in the backlight - I dare not come forward, I only dare to follow lightly, hiding my wish that "she will be treated gently by the world" in my heart, and secretly cherishing this light that illuminates my life.
Intention: The redemptive power of small kindnesses