Animal World

Picture Story

My father's body weakened day by day. We knew that day was coming near, but no one panicked. What will come will come; what must be done must be done. Relatives continued to come every day, bringing food, singing, holding his hand and speaking to him. This calm is not indifference. It is the composure with which Naxi people face life and death — a belief that the soul has somewhere to go, that farewells can be taken slowly.