Rich People Problems-Kwan 2017 (WWT)

ut they couldn’t break him.”
March 5, 1943
Ah Jit died yesterday. He was awake for a while, and I know he was happy
to see me. He tried to talk, but I stopped him. I held him in my arms and
kept whispering into his ear, “I know, I know. Don’t worry. All is well.” But
all is not well. My darling brother is gone now and I have no idea what is
to be done. This morning I walked outside into the garden and saw that all
the rhododendron trees have bloomed overnight. Suddenly they are
bursting with flowers, in shades of pink I never knew could exist. Blooms
so thick, they brushed against my face as I walked through the garden
weeping uncontrollably. Ah Jit knew how much I loved these flowers. He
did this for me. I know he did.
Nick stared at the journal, feeling utterly confused. None of this made any sense. His
great-uncle Ah Jit was tortured by the Japanese, and his grandmother was there? But
wasn’t she supposed to be in India during the war? He leafed through a few more pages,
and a loose letter fell out. As Nick glanced over the crisp but yellowing letter, a chill ran
down his spine. He couldn’t believe his eyes.