A beautiful nostalgia. 

A beautiful nostalgia.

“Now, you'll have to take responsibility for him. Will you?”

I was enthusiastic while nodding. “I will! I will!”

They laughed.

“You better keep your promise.”

The air in the hospital room was light and gleeful, and so were the faces of the visitors. We were happy—and on top of the world. Our happiness was reverberating on our faces as well as in our hearts, apart from the tears that were constantly brimming in the eyes of the three of us. Nothing could have made us feel more happy in that moment.

Regardless, I blinked back a couple of times to clear my distinct visions of my nostalgic thoughts. Those were the movements I would want to live in again and again and again. Only if it were that easy. Withal, I felt the dampness of tears still lingering on my wet cheeks. Swallowing back with difficulty, I wiped it from the back of my hand.

Why did you both leave us here all over, Papa Maa? Why?

But the veracious truth of reality hit me hard— harder than I c