Existence Presence I Saw Today
There is an elder nun who is very fond of me. Whenever her small garden of durian, rambutan, and pineapple is in season, she insists that I come and collect a few fruits. This has gone on for many years. I always make an attempt to take them from her, and I do so with joy, because of her sincere heart to share what she has. At the same time, it rekindles memories of a wonderful, late, and extremely old nun named Sister Felicia, who was my godmother. Well, today as usual, the nun told me to collect the rambutans. At the agreed time, I arrived at the gate where she would promptly come to pass them to me with a cheerful smile before I left. However, this time I had to wait more than 45 minutes, and after a few calls and messages, she didn’t turn up. As I was about to drive away, I saw a vague figure in my rearview mirror. So I turned back to her gate. I saw her standing under the shade of the rambutan tree, asking me t...