last year's father's day, we were plucking the bean sprouts' roots.

and then dad helped bathed the cats.

we watched them dry their fur in the wind and teased oka and xixi which hate each other.

and then tragedy.

happy belated father's day.

last year, this time. we were at the hospital. i was thinking whether to buy a cake for brother. but i didn't in the end.

why didn't i?

i don't know.

i should really have.

the day is nearing.

i don't even dare think about anything.