Have the last chance to visit my parents house and my hometown before it being demolished.
The night i went back, my parents said that i could not stay in my room anymore, as there are people currently staying over and they take all my personal things away, a mix of thing from my 21 years journey of living here, my memories capsule.
My regret was not documenting it much more sooner, since I heard the news a while ago. This house nurtured my inner child, back when i was still a little kid, afraid of things, wish to become somebody and raise me to become the queer kid that I am today.
My parents would soon move to a new place, but this will always be my hometown, the river, the wheat fields, the garden blooming of flowers from the peach tree in spring, to the fireflies hang out in my room at night. Thank you for being part of my journey growing up
"I would love to offer you even something as tiny as a grain of sand. If only I could succeed in doing that, then I might fulfil my longing to share a part of my life with you. Isn’t it worth risking one’s life to offer something as microscopic as that tiny single grain of sand chosen from amongst countless millions? Take great care at all times. Even the most infinitesimal detail of the slightest gesture you make should be executed with loving care.
It’s never too late to start."
