I'll have to say goodbye soon, but I wish this moment could be frozen in time. Standing in my grandparents backyard overlooking the rice fields, flag leaves now stained gold by the sun. The egrets still float the paddies and the sparrows still circle the skies. Inside ông ngoại sleeps in his hammock and bà ngoại fans herself while watching movies on her phone. The wind chime's faint jingles sing next to my ears.