The Voices of Memories
I always remember a person by their voice. If I hear their name or just see their name on a shop board or any paper, the first thing that comes to my mind is their voice. There are cases where I cannot remember the person’s name, but I’m quite familiar with their voice. There are many forgotten names, faded faces, barren memories, but still, there’s that mild voice of theirs running in the corner of my mind. I still remember the voice of our snake park tour guide—it’s quite bassy, not too loud, but still demanding. I visited there when I was 7 years old. I’m quite familiar with all my schoolmates' voices. Because of this, I’m strong with the words they said. I definitely see this as a gift because, to me, it’s always the voice that seems more familiar than the looks. Only I can experience how deeply that voice touched me, how much comfort those words gave me, how genuine their language was, how concerning their modulations were. To me, a voice is something more intimate than touch...