I am sitting at home the next day, looking at pictures of us and remembering the good times. Last evening, we dined with my husband’s high school classmate, who, along with her husband, drove from Washington, DC, to visit her best friend in a nursing home in Durham. After warm hugs, we stepped into Shiki-Sushi, a vibrant restaurant offering diverse flavors from China, Thailand, Japan, Vietnam, and more.
Glasses raised in joyful celebration, the deep crimson wine’s rich flavors of blackberry and plum danced on my tongue, flowing warmly down my throat. As Sichuan natives, we naturally spoke Sichuanese, which made us feel close. I had no sense of unfamiliarity with the couple because our bond, formed two years ago over a delightful dinner, felt as strong as ever. This time, our conversation flowed effortlessly; the warm, homely chat, paired with delicious food, lasting an hour and a half. Before we parted, we agreed to meet again in Washington, DC, where they live and work.
Friends from afar
come with pleasure
sharing the joy
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