River

A story

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It smells like water. Three years ago, a tsunami engulfed my town.

My husband was killed in the tsunami.

Farewell without goodbye.

He was a farmer and was engulfed by the tsunami while driving his truck to the fields to cultivate vegetables. His vehicle was found, but he remained missing.

The truck was repaired by a friend and is now owned by me. I go in the truck to till the vegetables. When I get in, I can smell the water and it calms my soul.

The smell of this water is my husband’s scent. The smell gets stronger every day. He came back with the smell of water. He is now in the passenger seat and whispers to me.

I’ll be waiting by the river.

My husband liked fishing. There was a river that he used to go to. He said that one day he caught a big, beautiful dolphin in the river. Whenever he catches a fish, he releases it back into the river. When he caught the dolphin, he released it back, too.

Dolphins do not live in rivers. When I heard his story, I thought it was a fable to make me laugh. I was in deep despair at that time. Because I miscarried our child. I cried every day. He hugged me every day. I am alive thanks to him.