Who am I? And how, I wonder, will this story end?
The sun has come up and I am sitting by a window that is foggy with the breath of a life gone by. I’m a sight this morning: two shirts, heavy pants, a scarf wrapped twice around my neck and tucked into a thick sweater knitted by my daughter thirty birthdays ago. The thermostat in my room is set as high as it will go, and a smaller space heater sits directly behind me. It clicks and groans and spews hot air like a fairy-tale dragon, and still my body shivers with a cold that will never go away, a cold that has been eighty years in the making. Eighty years. I wonder if this is how it is for everyone my age…
ចុចទីនេះដើម្បីទាញយកសៀវភៅ៖ The Notebook
When I was seventeen, my life changed forever….I’m fifty seven years old, but even now I remember everything from that year, down to the smallest details. I relive that year often in my mind, bringing it back to life, and I realize that when I do, I always feel strange combination of sadness and joy….This is my story; I promise to leave nothing out.
First you will smile, and then you will cry–don’t say you haven’t been warned….
ចុចទីនេះដើម្បីទាញយកសៀវភៅ៖ A Walk to Remember
អានផងដែរ៖ “The Notebook” & “A Walk to Remember”