Dream That We
That night, I was pretty exhausted from the partying and mahjong-ing all night long. Attending all the events left me with exhaustion that I believe takes months to recover and recuperate from. I fast asleep like a baby. Quiet and peaceful I would say.
Waking up I felt strange. So surreal that I wept to cry. I dreamed of my late father. He was walking with me. I was pretty annoyed with him walking so fast.
Was he trying to tell me something? I can’t remember but all I know right now is that the Qing Ming is approaching. Maybe I could ask him when I back to pay respect.
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