thanks.

when i came back from sch tonight at 11.30pm, the rice is warm, and so is the bath water.
Dad heated it even before I am home.


As i bathe and pour water over myself, my heart feels unusually warm.



My father moved through theys of we,
singing each new leaf out of every tree
(and every child was sure that spring danced
when she heard my father sing)

- E.E. Cummings