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.