Hello Hive Fam, and especially my supportive Hive Friends; you know who you are, even if I don’t mention your names. Your presence always lifts me up, and I’m grateful for each of you.
Lately, you may have noticed my sudden activity here. It all began one morning when I woke up with a heavy heart. I had dreamed of my father, who passed away last year. In that dream, he was cooking my favorite fried rice. For a fleeting moment, it felt so real; like he was alive again, moving around the kitchen with his familiar warmth.
I wished I hadn’t woken up so soon, because in that dream, I felt his presence so vividly. With leftover rice from the night before, I decided to cook fried rice myself. But as I stirred the pan, I realized something bittersweet: fried rice will never taste the same without my father. His fried rice carried not just flavor, but love. No matter how I try, I can’t recreate the taste that came from his hands and his heart. I miss him deeply.
Thank you, Hive Fam, for reading my reflections and for being part of my journey. Your support means more than words can express, and I’m grateful to share these moments with you.