Kris drove like a speed racer through the rush hour. He ignored the car honks and the faint yelling; he would not step on that brake pedal until he reached his destination.   One second felt like an hour, and the twenty minutes it took him to reach hospital felt like a lifetime. He parked with precision, jumping out of his car and

About Tao, his dreams, and his shot on this thing called family.                

“Should I die, you should let me go gracefully. No tears,”   “Should I survive, but became static and unresponsive, please remember that I would live a torturous life, and so were you. So let me go. Give yourself a chance to continue living,”  

  He was 21, full of ambition.  He got his bright future ahead of him, he just need to finish college with good marks. 

Kris begged for Time.   For Tao was losing his.                  

Watching Zitao sleep is a part of Yifan's sacred morning routine.