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In my first life I had made it to the grand age of 18. Now, I have lived to nearly 100 and am old and wrinkled. Maybe, I think to myself sometimes, that those 18 years were purely imagined. For as I look down at my wrinkled hands, full of scars and callouses, I see a lifetime of work and not that of a soft child's.
"Nai nai, Nai, nai!" a young boy in light orange happi coat and black shorts. He stumbles in his haste on a root.
I smile at him. He has distinct, spiky black hair that is barely held together in a little ponytail and slanted, narrow eyes. He also has my pale skin, more like a tan then the deep brown of the farmers and fisherman. Sometimes I wonder if my pale brown complexion and light hazel eyes are not illusions and that when I open my eyes I will see my usual dark skin and dull brown eyes. At least my hair is the same black-brown color, as silly as it sounds it is one of the things that keep me from losing myself.
"Calm down Jinhai" I placate my youngest grandchild. "You might make the spirits angry with all the ruckus you are making" I say only half joking.
I still remember the day my own daughter named him, after the sea which had looked like gold at the dawn of a new day. I knew that this child would always be as kind hearted as his father. Jinhai pants for breath, though he attempts to make less sound and ends up with a cherry red face for his troubles. Laughter bubbles from my usually hoarse throat and I gently touch his shoulder in assent.
"Ne~ don't worry so much the spirts get lonely now and then. They would like if someone as joyful as you came to play with them" I explain to him softly while gathering the bundle of herbs I had been out to collect.
"Ok Nai Nai, if you say so" he said blushing lightly. "But listen the big bad men have come again! They said that they want to take you away!" he cries, tears forming in hazel eyes, another trait of mine he had inherited.
"Don't worry my child it is just your foolish Uncle again. I will not abandon you or this village I made with my own hands." While I say this gently, my face is made of steel. One of the mistakes I seem to have made in this life is allowing my sons ambitions to grow to large.
Jinhai and I carefully make our way out of the twisting roots of the forest onto a dirt path. We finally see the great blue sky with only the smallest of clouds and I cannot help but think of how lucky I am. I am at peace.