The Dragon Boat Festival

Every year, the river came alive with the beating of drums and the splash of paddles. The Dragon Boat Festival was not just a celebration—it was a tradition that bound generations together.

For little Anaya, it was more than the thrill of races or the taste of sweet zongzi. It was the day she held her grandfather’s hand tightly, their hearts stitched together by memories and quiet strength. Since the loss of her parents, her grandfather had become her anchor, guiding her through the waves of grief with patience and love.

They would stand at the riverbank, watching the colourful boats glide like dragons across the water. The grandfather would whisper stories of courage, loyalty, and togetherness—the very values the festival honoured. Each tale was not just a legend but a gentle reminder that family was built not only by blood but by care, tolerance, and resilience.

This year, as the drums echoed and the boats surged forward, Anaya noticed something new. Her grandfather’s hands, though wrinkled, still carried the same warmth as always. She realized that the festival was not just about honoring the past but about holding on to the present.

The Dragon Boat Festival became their shared promise: that no matter how heavy the tides of life grew, they would row forward together—grandfather and grandchild, bound by love stronger than any storm.