- Vol. 09
- Chapter 06
Image by Vony Razom
You won't find this place on a map.
This river is a song that runs through me.
Father sits by the water and hums.
There are children, and one day my own children might come.
I tell my mother, 'I will stay here'.
She says, 'good, you'll leave when you want to leave,
not when they tell you to'.
'Mother, would you sing me a song
about a river unseen?'