There is a woman that lives in Shanghai. She is my friend. She taught me, without language/words, about gratitude.
She runs a tiny shop, selling beautiful glassware (vases, glasses, etc). She lives in the shop and sleeps on a pull-out sofa. She would share her food with me, and knit beautiful things for me. I wear them with pure pride.
She gave and gave and smiled and smiled when through my eyes she had so little to give or to smile about.
I carry her love, her kindness, her generosity in my heart and spread it best I can, profoundly grateful for our time together and for all she taught me.
My beautiful friend and me, the last time we saw each other (late 2007).
Pure gratitude to my darling sister!
I love you sister, over and over and over and over…