The afternoon wind blew through a vast field causing the grass to sway in motion.
Laying in the middle of the field was a young man. He stare up at the clear blue sky with both his hands behind his head.
The white clouds slowly move in one direction and the image of a man and woman appears in his view.
Like a dream come to life, he reach a hand out with his fingers spread apart. His gesture as if he was trying to hold on to the two people.
"Dad.... mom..."
He gulp with great difficulty. Closing his eyes slowly, he also close his hand into a tight fist.
"I am doing fine. Please continue to guide me in the right path of life...."
When his last word fell, his eyes slowly flutter open. His hand dropped back down as the image of his parents slowly fade with the moving clouds.
"This is where you were?"
