It wasn't until the twenty-second day after my mother passed away that I realized: I didn't cry after the cremation because the feeling of loss came over me slowly. Not in an instant, but every day, every hour, every moment after that, no matter what I see, see or hear, it is my mother's shadow. Like the rising tide of the sea, swallowing me up bit by bit. Slowly, I became suffocated as if I had fallen into the deep sea, unable to breathe.
Intention: Thinking about the meaning of life and the direct relationship between people. Thinking about it all.