C3 MÓN QUÀ CHƯA KỊP TRAO

There are gifts given with hands. There are gifts given with words. And there are gifts... that remain untouched in a small box for a lifetime, waiting for a reunion that the giver never stopped hoping for. Outside, the lights are still on. The tea is still warm. That chair is still empty. Who knows, perhaps one day soon, another person will walk through this small gate. Not to tell of a gift never given... but to tell that, finally, they did manage to give it. 🌿