Grandpa settled deeper into his armchair, eyes distant yet piercing. "Sayu, do you know what a promise is?"
My younger self, eager and bright-eyed, nodded. "Yes, Grandpa! It’s when you say you’ll do something, and then you do it!"
My old man's smile was tinged with sadness. "That's right. But sometimes, life... it twists our promises into things we barely recognize."
"But you always keep yours," I said observing him.
"Aye, I try. But I've learned that the hardest promises are those we must keep to ourselves."
Pondering for a while, finally I asked, "Like what, Grandpa?"
"Like remembering to forgive ourselves when no one else will, my dear chirping chimney
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