World Savage, World Savage
Beauty is in all beings that love and are loved.
San Lang will be seven on Valentine’s 2015. He has not calmed down. I read somewhere he will by nine.
I wonder if he remembers all the houses we’ve lived in, his friends who used to visit him when he stood by outside the old house, when he could receive ‘visitors’ on their way to work or when they came home, of his brothers and sisters under the pallet box in Loyang.
Every day is Wednesday for him and HE DOES NOT COUNT.