The morning sun rises from the lake, dyeing half the sky red. A breeze blows by, rippling the lake surface, where a few ducks paddle among the lily pads. I stroll along the lakeside path, wild grass and flowers twinkling with dewy light. Turning the corner, I see the thin smoke rising from hometown chimneys, roof tiles speckled under the morning glow. Mother's song floats in the wind, reminding me of her patiently teaching me to plant our vegetable garden. Familiar neighbors along the ol...