Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Friday, February 09, 2007
letters from my family
It was my birthday two week ago and I got a letter from my parents. In it my mom wrote “I am so old that I can’t remember how old I am and how old you are. But I remember clearly how happy I was when you were born. You are always my precious daughter and we love the way you are.” She was 34 when she bore me, younger than I am. Her life seemed happier when compared with mine. I don’t mean my life is sad, but having children should be happier than any other events I’ve ever experienced.
Also, both of my elder brothers sent me emails on my birthday and the younger one said, “My oldest memory was the day when you were born. That day, our dad took us to the hospital. On our way to the hospital, we passed by a toy shop and I still remember there were two helicopter toys in the show window; one was yellow and the other was green. We both asked him to buy them and we were thinking about which color each of us should choose.” My brothers were 3-year-old and 4-year-old then. It was just a common incident in our childhood. But this story filled me with nostalgia, and I felt like missing my family, not exactly missing them, but remembering various small incidents in my childhood, looking back on the life of our family in a cozy house. Recently I think about my family objectively; what my mom was like as a mother, what my dad was like as a father, also about my brothers. And realize again that each person has his/her own story and own family. Also wonder if I’ll establish my home with somebody.










