Chapter 9 — Six Sticks Change a Life

Ta Chau stood at the door and saw it, asking me what this was. I said nothing, just a stick. He stared at it for two seconds, said nothing, turned and walked into the kitchen. I threw the stick in the trash bag. In those days, what should have ended has ended. New things have started a long time ago. Nhi Binh ran out of the room and headbutted my ankle. In the kitchen, the sound of Ta Chau chopping vegetables was heard, mixed with the sound of him humming something slightly out of tune. Outside the window is the April sunlight. Lazy, scattered all over the ground. I bent down and hugged Nhi Binh into my arms. Everything fits. RUN OUT OF