Tree and Island

The tree is the fruit and hiding place of childhood, the escape and proof of adolescence. In the end, it becomes silent in a protective posture. The island is an independent territory that we strive to carve out for ourselves, but it is also the frontline facing the storm alone. Mother, from the "whip holder" who gave orders, became the "lighthouse" watching on the other side. This is an exercise in staying away. We thought that growth was about breaking away, conquering, and a voyage of never looking back, but in the end we discovered that it was an affectionate farewell done together with our loved ones. With delicate and sensitive brushstrokes, the author climbs the tree of memory and builds an island of the soul. In the reconciliation with his mother, himself, and the past, he explores the most appropriate distance for family ties - a gentle watch that is neither close nor far, sharing the same sky. To all of us who have felt lonely and precarious on our own islands.