Pree
I don’t know how long time has been passing. But I notice the sun is getting lower, given how our shadows are stretching further on the pond. Just like the fish that can’t stop swimming inside the water, my tears also continue to trickle down my cheeks. Although it doesn’t fall like a broken dam, it still comes occasionally, soaking the white handkerchief that Bong Seth has given me.
Even though it is still hard to speak, I think it is time I put this torturing silence to an end. After all, it is not fair to waste Bong Seth’s time like this.
“Thank you, bong, for your help today,” I say, turning to my left.
“You’ve been saying this phrase a dozen times already. If you keep saying it, I don’t have space left to store them.”
I force a smile because I know he is trying to change the
