Her absence has made me uneasy. Its as if she doesnt wish to see me. So i sit, playing my cello, the song i always played to her while she slept. 30 years is a long time to wait even for myself who have done it a few times before. I miss her. " Saya..." I murmured to myself, as i finished the song.
Its a fact of her life and mine. I must continue to do as i always do. Play.