Reminiscence

How much can one remember of their past?

Why do we push aside memories we once held dear?

11 years ago, I loved and received that love back. But I never truly cherished it.

'Lu Ming! Come and play with us!'

I see myself running towards them. My pigtails flung to the sides of my head wildly.

There's a ball in my hands, and my backpack is about to slip off.

'I'm coming, Yi-jiejie!'

Chan Yi was a classmate of mine, no more than a year older. She was someone who loved me, just as much as I loved her.

I didn't have a brother at this time, so she was my sister.

I don't want to remember any of this.

'Lu Ming. You're sick again? I thought I told you to dress warmly!'

Don't look at me with such bright eyes.

Your voice shouldn't hold such an endearing tone when speaking to me.

'Ah..I'm fine, jiejie.'

I remember how warm she was.

She wrapped her palm around my eyes and laid her head on my chest.

'I brought some medicine for you. Take it later, okay?'

I silently nod, but she understands.

Since we were children, she would always understand.

I don't remember much.

I'm crying, and she's holding me.

My other friends are here too. They're all crying.

I don't want to see them crying. But I can't reach out my hand to wipe away their tears. I don't have enough hands for that.

I remember some things.

This exact road I am walking now was stained with my sobs.

I remembered the frigid airport, and finally, a new world.