Tomorrow, I’ll fill my bag with life: water spinach seeds, sprouts, and honeysuckle seedlings.
I have lived among the stars, but I’ve never seen anything so beautiful as those flowers. They will remind me of home, the time when my parents were young and strong, and the future was full of possibilities.
I strive to fight alienation for the next five years.
However, Earth is not my eternal home. Honeysuckle will invade my fence. Her offspring will reach the road, the sea, and beyond.
When I come back, my father will be shorter, and my mom’s bones will be lighter.
