we sit and keep eachother company with stories

(like Paul making sure Henry’s fever is gone, while he sits enduring one of the many breathing treatments he needs every four hours)

we sleep in the same bed sharing the humidifier, but not the blankets

we fit so nicely, complimenting one another, like a fork and spoon

we cook, clean, and serve the plates side by side

we sit around a shared table

we sip soup and pile tofu onto rice

I see the resemblance where Paul is like his Gi’chan and Olivine wlll one day be the younger sister visiting just like my Aunt Lily- despite their age, they still acti like siblings

we smile and giggle and enjoy one another

we make up a family that spans many generations

we have grateful hearts for the time we are given.