In memory of you, the kindness of her mother’s neighbor, translated…
I grew up in the army retirement villages, there was a mom in the village who’d, planted a lot of narcissus in her yard. There’s, that kind of elegance, that flair that these plants carried, around the New Year’s, we’d often received the flowers from the mom in the neighborhood as presents, and, there was, my mother’s favorite, longan teas. My mother had been called on high for three years now, we no longer paid that much attention to the New Year’s, we just, let it all, pass, it’s just, that that sense of supporting each other, that joyous, atmosphere, all came back up into my mind, as I, drew this sketch, and I want to, dedicate this painting, to my mother, who’s now, up in heaven.
illustration from UDN.com
And so, this, is how someone’s kindness toward you and your families mattered so much, even now after your mother had passed, the neighbor’s kindness, is still, remembered like it was, just yesterday, by you and your, families. Life may not last forever, but the kindness you received from others, lasts, more than a lifetime.
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