At p m Hui-Liang was in his kitchen eating rice and leftover fish balls The Chua family in the apartment next door was having dinner too and their laughter and conversation cut through the silence of Hui-Liang rsquo s unit where he rsquo d lived alone since his wife died He rsquo d learned to live with loneliness over the years its stabbing pain had become a dull ache But tonight the sight of the one bowl and pair of chopsticks on his table pierced him deeply Before he went to bed that night Hui-Liang read Psalm his favorite psalm [... more]