So I drew again on the 3-hour flight.

Unknowingly, an auntie was actually watching me draw during the flight.

She was seated behind me.

I only found out when we stood up to collect our bags from the overhead compartment.

“Your drawings are nice,” she said.

Thanks, Auntie. I know they’re rubbish, and I wished I could’ve started a small chat, but I thought my breath didn’t smell so great.

Then she complimented the pilots. The weather had been bad—we had to circle the runway twice before landing. “The pilots did a good job landing the plane.” Yes, it was nicely done, despite the rough weather.

And as I write this, I realize: she likes to compliment. How nice.

The weather outside can be nasty, but inside our hearts, flowers should bloom.

Thanks, Auntie, for opening my eyes. I hope you have a wonderful day!