Chapter 8 — Forgot Admission Notice

Trinh Niem returned from outside, saw me sitting by the window, and asked: "What's wrong?" "Nothing. Family members called." "OH." She didn't ask much, took out a box of strawberries from her bag and gave it to me. "For you, when you pass by the fruit store, you can easily buy it." I took the box of strawberries and took a bite. Very sweet. This is my current life. There were no banners, no cakes, no parties to celebrate writing someone else's name. But there was a box of strawberries that someone conveniently bought for me. There was an admission notice with my own name written on it. There is a distance of one thousand three hundred kilometers, and a life that finally belongs to me alone. That's enough.