Visual Storytelling: Nostalgia (Chapter 1.1)
I had a lovely wife, Rosy.
Back in our time, we had been together, but not for long.
In fact, we had been destined to meet each other in school days and on vacation days.
I still remember the day we met, when we had laughter for the first time, when we sat atop the mesa and watched a flock of shooting stars streaking across the night sky, holding hands.
Written & illustrated by Tie Chee Weng
