He always takes the long bus ride and walks his way home as the day slowly fades. It gives him peace of mind but most of all, it reminds him of Alessa.
Upon reaching the tree near the swamp, he couldn’t help but marvel how big it has grown. Back then, it was always about the lily pads and the lotus flowers, the sunrise and the sunset, the horizon and the skies. Back then, it was always about his wife. Tears trickled down as he ran his fingers on the letters carved around it which read,
“Got your back from up here, A.”
Word Count: 103
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