Chapter 11 — When Love Runs Dry

Though I never had parents, I always relied on my own two hands to support myself and my beloved grandmother. When the fruit of love turned out bitter and not at all what I had hoped, I still found the courage within myself to bravely utter the words of a final farewell. Ten thousand meters up in the vast expanse of the sky, the sea of clouds surged and billowed like newly fallen snow, while the distant rivers and mountains wound gracefully across the earth like strokes of black ink on a scroll. Within the hushed, secluded cabin of the aircraft, time seemed to slow down, while just outside the window unfolded a magnificent, ever-shifting tapestry of the world below. I gazed out into the boundless horizon and whispered softly to myself:

Sam Ninh, from this day forward, you must remember to cherish and love yourself with all your heart.

THE END