February 7, 2021

My dearest,

We are not alone. This year, like so many others, we will not be able to have reunion dinner together. Not physically anyway. You are in Bangkok, my parents and my sister and her kids in Malacca, and I am here in KL.

It’s going to be okay.

We are not alone. We talk every day and tell each other stories about what happened, both funny stories and mundane ones. The boring stuff is what makes our life a good one.

We know that we don’t need a reunion meal for we are never far apart, not in all the ways – not in the only way – that matters. There is no distance between our hearts.

Yours, ever and always.