Mei

(Early morning. The schoolyard is quiet before the first bell. Petals drift lazily from a large cherry blossom tree in full bloom. Mei stands alone under it, arms outstretched, trying to catch the petals as they fall. The sun glows soft and golden.She catches a petal in her palm and stares at it with a faint smile. (softly, to herself)) “They feel like snow... but warmer somehow... They remind me of home”