He placed the flowers softly on the mount and gently caressed the soil. They were her favorite flowers. He used to pick them for her wherever he could when they were in Manchuria and her face never fails to brighten up when she sees them. He wondered if she was smiling now. All these years, he never forgot her face, her loving hands and warm embrace. He wished he could tell her how much he loves her and misses her. She would cook his favorite dishes and tended to him when he was hurt. Did he tell her he loved her? He was so sorry he couldn’t protect her. When she lay there in a pool of blood, he felt his entire world crashing down. The years have made the pain less vivid but there was still this dull ache at times in his heart. He knelt there and stare at the graves, three of them side by side each other.
The sound of footsteps and a hand came forth and placed a small bunch of flowers besides his on the grave mount. Then the little chubby arms wrapped themselves round his neck. “Appa, don’t be sad. Do you like the flowers I picked for Halmeoni?” He held the boy up in his arms and smiled “I am not sad. I just missed your Halmeoni. You must have chosen the loveliest flowers on these hills.” The boy with big beautiful eyes chuckled and smiled at his father. A smile that never fails to warm his heart, just like his mother’s. “Where is Uhma?” He asked the boy. Just then, she appeared. Beads of perspiration gathered on her brows and temples as she panted up the small slope. Nonetheless, she gave a wide grin as she saw the child in his father’s arms. He placed the boy down and chided him for running ahead of his mother and then he reached out for her hands and asked “Genchanah? You should have rested at home.” He reached down to her belly, heavy with his child and put his head on it. “Are you ok, little one?” he asked in a small voice. She laughed, lifted his head and cupped his face in her hands. She tiptoed and kissed him. The boy feeling left out, tried to squeeze between his father and mother. The skies were blue and the sun rays shone making everything shine like gold. Basking in the soft glow, the man and the woman stood there holding their child and each other. In perfect bliss and happiness. Forever.