By Chongchen Saelee

I remember a story my father told me when I was a young boy. I must have been 8… 9, 10 years old? Anyway, he would tell me this story about brave warriors fighting off dark demons. It was a strange story to tell a boy before he’d go to sleep. It would induce strange dreams. But over the years, I had forgotten the story. Remnants of that dream, however, still come back to me every now and then. It only takes a single moment in my day, something like looking up at the happy yellow sun, and the smell of green grass to conjure up the images from my father’s story. (more…)