Now is the time for me to break silence and let the truth be heard.
The doctor sitting in his high-rise office in one of the most prestigious hospital in New York City — weeping uncontrollably almost like a child that had separated with his mom at the mall —
The Doctor asked: “If I don’t have anything, would you still love me?”
Weeping uncontrollably almost like a child that had separated with his mom at the mall
I replied: "I never looked at you for your money"
The Doctor uncontrollably wept while repeating: “I love you Ying, I love you Ying, I love you Ying, I love you Ying...”
This was the saddest call I ever had. I intimately felt his reluctance to hang up and his not expecting to explode into emotional outburst of tears
— since that night, his weeping comes to me every night without miss. I'd like to tell my side of the story to hopefully stop the weeping.
Nobody knows what I've been through, all alone — in this foreign country, where I have no family.
There's no longer any purpose to keep these intimate & personal hand-written letters only to myself — as I believe it's time to finally break my silence and let the truth be heard.
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