Lisa stood confidently at the front of the conference room, presenting the latest updates on their project. Her voice was clear and assertive, and the meeting flowed seamlessly. The room was filled with nods of approval as she detailed their achievements and outlined the next steps. Her team, composed of top executives and project managers, listened intently, their respect for her evident in their attentive expressions.
As the meeting concluded, Lisa took a deep breath, feeling a wave of relief. "Thank you, everyone. Let's keep up the good work," she said with a warm smile. The room erupted in applause, and she received several congratulatory pats on the back as her colleagues began to leave.
Lisa packed up her materials and left the conference room, her mind already shifting to a more personal matter. She made her way to a small, charming flower shop she had noticed on her way to work earlier that week. The shop was filled with vibrant blooms, their fragrances mingling in the air.
"Hello," she greeted the florist. "I'd like to buy some flowers, please."
"Of course," the florist replied with a kind smile. "Any particular type?"
"Yes, lilies," Lisa said softly. "They were his favorite."
After selecting a beautiful bouquet of white lilies, Lisa paid for the flowers and carefully cradled them in her arms as she left the shop. She walked through the bustling streets, her destination clear in her mind.
The cemetery was quiet and serene, a stark contrast to the lively city outside its gates. Lisa found Mr. Choi's grave, a simple yet elegant stone marker surrounded by well-tended grass and a few blooming flowers.
She knelt down, placing the lilies gently in front of the grave. "Hey, old man!" she began, her voice trembling slightly. "I miss those times." she chuckled, "I don't know if you can hear me, but I wanted to come and see you."
Lisa took a deep breath, the weight of her emotions pressing down on her. "You were always so kind to me, always believed in me when I doubted myself. I wouldn’t be where I am today without your guidance and support."
Her voice grew heavy as she continued, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I never got the chance to thank you properly when you were alive. Life got so busy, and I took your presence for granted. I'm so sorry for that."
A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of a nearby tree, and Lisa felt a strange sense of calm wash over her. "I hope you knew how much you meant to me, how much your belief in me changed my life. I'm so grateful for your friendship and your guidance."
She stayed there for a long time, talking to him, sharing her successes and her struggles. The pain of not being able to express her gratitude in person weighed heavily on her, but being there, speaking to him, she felt a small measure of peace.
“Thank you for everything, Mr. Choi,” she whispered finally. “It's time for me to go.”
As she stood up to leave, the wind blew gently, rustling the leaves around her. It felt like a soft, reassuring touch, as if Mr. Choi was there, telling her that he heard her, that he knew. Lisa walked back to her car, her heart a little lighter, her resolve a little stronger. She would carry his legacy forward, honoring his memory in every step of her journey.
On the other hand,
Lisa’s son, Lithan, was having the time of his life at the basketball court Bobby had customized for him. The sun was shining brightly, casting a warm glow over the yard. Their laughter echoed as they dribbled the ball, taking turns shooting hoops.
"Nice shot, champ!" Bobby cheered as Lithan made a perfect basket. The boy's face lit up with pride and joy.
"Thanks, Uncle Bobby! Can we stay a little longer?" Lithan pleaded, his eyes wide with excitement.
Bobby chuckled, ruffling Lithan's hair. "Sure thing, buddy. We've got all the time in the world."
As they continued playing, Yaya, Bobby’s wife, appeared, carrying a tray of snacks. She smiled warmly at the sight of the two boys bonding so well. "Hey, boys! I made some snacks for you," she called out.
Lithan and Bobby ran over, their faces flushed with exertion and happiness. They plopped down on the grass, eagerly reaching for the treats. Yaya handed them each a juice box and a sandwich, watching with amusement as they devoured the food.
"Thanks, Aunt Yaya," Lithan said between bites, his eyes shining with gratitude.
"You're welcome, sweetheart," Yaya replied, brushing some crumbs off his cheek.
As they enjoyed their snacks, Lithan suddenly looked up at Bobby with a serious expression. "Uncle Bobby, when is baba coming back home?" he asked, his voice tinged with longing.
Bobby's heart ached at the question. It was one that Lithan asked often, and it never got any easier to answer. He glanced at Yaya, who gave him a sympathetic look, then turned back to Lithan.
"Baba's working really hard, buddy," Bobby said gently. "She misses you so much and wants to be home with you as soon as she can."
"But when?" Lithan pressed, his small brow furrowed in concern.
Bobby took a deep breath, trying to keep his emotions in check. "I don't know exactly when, Lithan. But I promise you, she's thinking about you every day, and she'll come back as soon as she can. Until then, we'll make sure you have lots of fun, okay?"
Lithan nodded slowly, accepting the answer for now. He snuggled closer to Bobby, finding comfort in his uncle's presence. Bobby wrapped an arm around him, vowing silently to always be there for Lithan, just as he had promised Lisa.
Yaya watched them with a soft smile, her heart swelling with love for her little family. Despite Lisa's absence, they were determined to create a warm and loving environment for Lithan, filled with joy and support. The afternoon sun continued to shine, casting a golden glow over the yard as they finished their snacks, the bond between them growing stronger with each passing moment.
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