Butchart Garden
“WELCOME in Canada! Sir! ” I smiled at the tour guide waiting at the bottom of the plane we boarded. It gave me a flower corsage and hung it around my neck.
I looked around and at the towering buildings. Finally, I am in Canada for almost fifty one years. I pulled out my bag then took a cab to the hotel I had reserved online.
Elevating buildings and billboards fill my eyes. I did not expect that I would be here in the place that the woman I love wants to go. I am here to find him and fetch him. She waited me for almost a years here. And now, it's time for me to look for him. I will look for him wherever he is. If I could just tour the whole of Canada I would only find him.
While on the trip I could not help but remember the memories of that time. Bitter memo
