Isbn: 9798195012113 - echoes of us (6 resultados)

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Taschenbuch. Condición: Neu. Neuware - Kien grew up at the edge of a quiet riverside village, raised by a mother who worked the fields alone after losing her husband when Kien was still a toddler. His father, Chee, wanted to be a policeman - a man with simple, steady dreams - but illness took him before he could finish building the life he had started. The night before Kien leaves the village for the first time, his mother finally tells him about Chee. She hands him a photograph - father and son together, both smiling, full of warmth - and tells him to go build the life his father never got to finish.But first there is the summer.Kien is seventeen when Panou arrives at her grandfather's house across the bridge. She grabs his wrist at their first meeting and pulls him toward the river, and from that moment, something begins that neither of them has words for yet. They spend their evenings beneath an old oak tree on a hillside above the valley, pushing each other on a swing that goes high enough to see the whole world below. Kien falls in love for the first time. He writes her a letter. He gathers wildflowers and waits at the pier at noon.She doesn't come.What he doesn't know - what he won't know for years - is that she ran. Her grandfather stopped her on the path within earshot of the river. The letter stays in the pocket of a folded sweater in a room she is taken from before she can go back for it. The summer ends without an ending.Kien leaves for the city. Becomes a doctor. Carries her the way you carry things you have no place to set down. Years pass. The world keeps moving.Then she comes back.She appears on the pier in the late afternoon light, and the river keeps doing what it always does, and neither of them looks away. What follows takes time - the explanation of that morning, the grandfather's quiet reckoning with what his pride cost, a letter written by a seventeen-year-old boy finally read aloud by firelight to the person it was always meant for. Before the swing and the confession, there is a village carnival, warm with laughter, and across the crowd, Lia on Fong's arm - everything settled where it should be.And then the oak tree. The afternoon light. Kien finally said out loud what he was too afraid to speak at seventeen. Panou meets him there, telling him she never stopped. Whatever this was between them didn't fade.It just waited.They marry. The whole village comes. It feels less like a wedding and more like a festival. In the years that follow, they build a life - a city apartment, a son named Chee after the grandfather he'll never meet, a second child on the way, his mother in her village garden choosing to stay, Fong and Lia's children growing up alongside their own.And sometimes they return to the oak tree. Kien lifts his son onto the swing and pushes, and the laugh that goes out over the valley carries further than it should.The same hillside. A different summer.Everything that grew.…

Paperback. Condición: new. Paperback. Kien grew up at the edge of a quiet riverside village, raised by a mother who worked the fields alone after losing her husband when Kien was still a toddler. His father, Chee, wanted to be a policeman - a man with simple, steady dreams - but illness took him before he could finish building the life he had started. The night before Kien leaves the village for the first time, his mother finally tells him about Chee. She hands him a photograph - father and son together, both smiling, full of warmth - and tells him to go build the life his father never got to finish.But first there is the summer.Kien is seventeen when Panou arrives at her grandfather's house across the bridge. She grabs his wrist at their first meeting and pulls him toward the river, and from that moment, something begins that neither of them has words for yet. They spend their evenings beneath an old oak tree on a hillside above the valley, pushing each other on a swing that goes high enough to see the whole world below. Kien falls in love for the first time. He writes her a letter. He gathers wildflowers and waits at the pier at noon.She doesn't come.What he doesn't know - what he won't know for years - is that she ran. Her grandfather stopped her on the path within earshot of the river. The letter stays in the pocket of a folded sweater in a room she is taken from before she can go back for it. The summer ends without an ending.Kien leaves for the city. Becomes a doctor. Carries her the way you carry things you have no place to set down. Years pass. The world keeps moving.Then she comes back.She appears on the pier in the late afternoon light, and the river keeps doing what it always does, and neither of them looks away. What follows takes time - the explanation of that morning, the grandfather's quiet reckoning with what his pride cost, a letter written by a seventeen-year-old boy finally read aloud by firelight to the person it was always meant for. Before the swing and the confession, there is a village carnival, warm with laughter, and across the crowd, Lia on Fong's arm - everything settled where it should be.And then the oak tree. The afternoon light. Kien finally said out loud what he was too afraid to speak at seventeen. Panou meets him there, telling him she never stopped. Whatever this was between them didn't fade.It just waited.They marry. The whole village comes. It feels less like a wedding and more like a festival. In the years that follow, they build a life - a city apartment, a son named Chee after the grandfather he'll never meet, a second child on the way, his mother in her village garden choosing to stay, Fong and Lia's children growing up alongside their own.And sometimes they return to the oak tree. Kien lifts his son onto the swing and pushes, and the laugh that goes out over the valley carries further than it should.The same hillside. A different summer.Everything that grew. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability.…

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Paperback. Condición: new. Paperback. Kien grew up at the edge of a quiet riverside village, raised by a mother who worked the fields alone after losing her husband when Kien was still a toddler. His father, Chee, wanted to be a policeman - a man with simple, steady dreams - but illness took him before he could finish building the life he had started. The night before Kien leaves the village for the first time, his mother finally tells him about Chee. She hands him a photograph - father and son together, both smiling, full of warmth - and tells him to go build the life his father never got to finish.But first there is the summer.Kien is seventeen when Panou arrives at her grandfather's house across the bridge. She grabs his wrist at their first meeting and pulls him toward the river, and from that moment, something begins that neither of them has words for yet. They spend their evenings beneath an old oak tree on a hillside above the valley, pushing each other on a swing that goes high enough to see the whole world below. Kien falls in love for the first time. He writes her a letter. He gathers wildflowers and waits at the pier at noon.She doesn't come.What he doesn't know - what he won't know for years - is that she ran. Her grandfather stopped her on the path within earshot of the river. The letter stays in the pocket of a folded sweater in a room she is taken from before she can go back for it. The summer ends without an ending.Kien leaves for the city. Becomes a doctor. Carries her the way you carry things you have no place to set down. Years pass. The world keeps moving.Then she comes back.She appears on the pier in the late afternoon light, and the river keeps doing what it always does, and neither of them looks away. What follows takes time - the explanation of that morning, the grandfather's quiet reckoning with what his pride cost, a letter written by a seventeen-year-old boy finally read aloud by firelight to the person it was always meant for. Before the swing and the confession, there is a village carnival, warm with laughter, and across the crowd, Lia on Fong's arm - everything settled where it should be.And then the oak tree. The afternoon light. Kien finally said out loud what he was too afraid to speak at seventeen. Panou meets him there, telling him she never stopped. Whatever this was between them didn't fade.It just waited.They marry. The whole village comes. It feels less like a wedding and more like a festival. In the years that follow, they build a life - a city apartment, a son named Chee after the grandfather he'll never meet, a second child on the way, his mother in her village garden choosing to stay, Fong and Lia's children growing up alongside their own.And sometimes they return to the oak tree. Kien lifts his son onto the swing and pushes, and the laugh that goes out over the valley carries further than it should.The same hillside. A different summer.Everything that grew. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.…