holding all those bamboo poles, having a conversation with the seniors. I was walking out, bag in hand, ready to hit the showers because I take forever to clean myself. I wanted to help you. I wanted to ask, “Hey, let me help you put it back into clubhouse.”

But I let my eyes focus on the poles, not wanting to look at you, not wanting if I should even offer my help. I thought I walked rather slowly. I thought everything moved in a slow motion the moment I stepped out.

But it was for only a second.