Just woke to our second morning in the new place, greeted by golden sunbeams boldly cutting through the blind ray—a bright start to a fresh chapter. Norzang was already wide awake, full of joy, his cheerful shouts echoing through the quiet morning. As usual, I set out along Richmond–Surrey Road, though the heat of summer is making its presence known more and more each day.
My brother remains behind for one final task—clearing out the last of his belongings from our old room. Within a few hours, he too will bid farewell to that familiar space. That home wasn’t just a roof over our heads; it was a place where my family shared beautiful memories, and I was gifted the time to truly bond with them.
Though he’s chosen to live closer to his workplace and we’ll now be in neighboring cities, I hold hope that this new independence will shape him, teach him lessons that help him grow into the man he’s meant to become. I wish him strength to face whatever challenges lie ahead and the wisdom to walk his path with courage.
As we all move forward in our separate directions, may our journeys be guided by light, and may each of us—and everyone seeking hope—find a brighter, smoother road ahead.
Written on the morning of June 30, 2025, at 8:19 a.m., while crossing the bridge from Richmond to Surrey.
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