Knight Street

Just eight more days to go, and little Norzang continues to be the heart of every room. His smile—innocent yet mischievous—has become his signature, a memory etched into anyone who meets him.

This long weekend, with Labour Day falling on September 1st, we decided to take him farther from Richmond than ever before since his birth. Our destination was Knight Street, where Norbu Zangmo and Tashi live. The trip was a small adventure in itself: first, the 407 bus till Cooney Road, then a transferred to the 430. The ride was calm, the bus half-empty, and the rhythm of the road almost soothing.

Once we arrived, the day unfolded gently. Norbu Zangmo started preparing a wonderful meal, and together we shared a warm lunch that felt like more than just food—it was togetherness. By evening, around five, it was time to head back. They walked us all the way to the bus stop, a small gesture of affection that never goes unnoticed.

The return, however, was a different story. The 430 was crowded, and Norzang, already deprived of sleep all day, grew restless. His mood shifted quickly; my wife and I tried every trick to keep him entertained, but his fatigue weighed heavier. From Bridgeport we changed the bus, yet his fussiness lingered. Just a few stops before home, he cried in frustration, and we had to work harder to soothe him.

At last, we reached home, bathed him, and watched him finally surrender to sleep. A brief rest for him meant a brief rest for us, too. Later that night, Chador and I slipped out for a quick shop at TNT, leaving Norzang with Kam Dem and Shacha. Yet even then, he was unsettled. The moment we returned, his little face lit up with joy—proof that he has already imprinted his parents’ presence deep in his mind.

But because of his evening nap, sleep at night did not come easy. As always, it ended with us whispering lullabies, guiding him into dreams.

Norzang’s growth—his tiny victories, his stubborn moods, his radiant smile—unfolds like a story I never tire of reading. It is a journey, tender and profound, that I am lucky enough to behold.

Written on September 1st, 2025, at 10:12 a.m., while he was being fed by his mother