and the day is bright again.

with some help my widowed aunt and her 5 grandchildren (yes i made a mistake, not 4, but 5) moved into the small brick house. for the 1st night they didn't have a bed to sleep on. and its floor is rough like the roads in new territories. the house is located at a remote area, and there are not much surroundings except trees and more trees. magically a bedings seller passed by their house the other night, and so they have now got a mattress to sleep on.

everything simply starts from the very zero. but they are all happy now, and so am i.

i can never imagine how it's like for a grandmother to be left with 5 kids not older than 12, and neither can i imagine how it's like for 5 kids not older than 12 to have only one adult to count on. i know situations like this can be found all over the world

but it is still tragically heartbreaking.

i am still writing poems if anyone is interested.