Starting early in the morning, the children had good energy, so I did not have to cuddle them all the way to the end of talking and laughing.

To the holy Image, Blossom took incense and candles, Abe Tucker helped her light incense, her small body knelt in front of the Holy Image and worshiped, not as solemn as a child.

"She is sometimes too serious to be a child!" Abe spoke in my ear and sighed, "Too sensible."

I raised my lips and looked up at the compassionate Holy Image. There was no worship. Only thirty years had passed, and I had experienced birth, old age, sickness, and death,...