本文发表在 rolia.net 枫下论坛“Happy birthday to me,
I am one hundred and three
I smile like a monkey
And then I miss my mommy”

My elder daughter sang to me on her seven-year-old birthday.

It is hard to image her wrinkle face of one hundred and three when seeing her so delicate, flawless and smooth skin. At this time of 7, mommy is the most important person in her life; of course she thinks she will miss me even when she is 103. At that time of 103, will she think of me, her mother who would have gone for a long time? Or she will only think about her kids, kids’ kids, maybe her first lover, or her husband(s)?

Thinking of departure to her, sadness filled my heart and tears came to my eyes. Too many things will turn out to be total different when we grow up from kids. Sooner or later we will lose each other. She does not know yet. When she knows it she might not care as much as she will do now. I know it. The reality is unbearable.

“Happy birthday to me,
I am one hundred and three
I smile like a monkey
And then I miss my sweeties”

I sing to me, an old lady of 103, 66 year’s later.更多精彩文章及讨论，请光临枫下论坛 rolia.net