By the river in June, the reeds rustled.
A paper plane fell from the sky and hit a man who was about to hide himself.
From then on, there was another person pushing him behind his wheelchair.
She talks a lot, ranging from whether ants can get lost to why gardenias are white.
He talks very little. If he occasionally says "It's salty," she will skip half a spoonful of salt in the next meal.
She said she wanted to take him to see the Gardenia Sea, which was the place she had been to in her dream.
He didn't say yes, and he didn't say no.
He just followed.
This is a story about "being". Not waiting, not promising, just - you are here.
Purpose: A healing article that accompanies everyone