chatting with my mother in the kitchen, and my thoughts went back in time
not too long ago she was still in her middle age...and before that, in her younger days, she was youthful, beautiful, vibrant and lively and all her friends, relatives, and colleagues liked her
now in her old age, she's a bit fragile, and even seemed to have shrunk a little bit
"well, son, it's getting late. i'm going to rest now."
watching her walking up the stairs slowly, suddenly i could cry, i could really cry
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