Who knows a simple couch could tell so much story about its inhabitants... As I come and go by this couch dozen times a day, I'd never noticed much activities around it. Until, one day when it was raining outside and as I gazed outside the windows... the vision of my dad sleeping struck me... so peaceful, so simplistic, just like my dad. And today when I came home, I saw my mom reading just at the exact couch: focused and meditated... So I present you today the untold story of my mom, my dad and the couch.
