May 22 again

Dear Love,

As Nen plays some beautiful, beautiful melody on the piano downstairs, I remember.

I remember that today, nine years ago, you spent your last night at home.

You were supposed to be back within 3-4 days, but they messed up. So Baby Nen never again had the privilege to wake up in the morning to your sweet voice and your love and your gentleness.

I wish you could hear him play. I want to hope you can.

Love you, always.