I am in a huge traffic jam (One more reason I preferred Suzhou to Shanghai) and I have been scrolling internet. I came across some post of an acquaintance who lost a mother…
She shared her photo, one cute little kind older woman who looks so tiny and yet means the world to someone. I felt so heartbroken for her.
And I thought, how blessed we are to have families.
Moms who love us and who always listen to us. My mom is my support, without her I don’t know what I’d do.
My dad, is one simple man, who I always believed to be the most invincible man in the world. And whose presence in my life always made me feel like I was the richest person in the world.
And my brother, who is my partner in crime and my another half in the world. My better half I would say.
It made me think, even if we go through problems, we are still lucky, to be able to talk to our family, to feel their love and to love them back and know that, no matter what happens, there is your mom, dad, brother - who’ll always love you, who’ll always accept you and who’ll always make you feel home.
Isn’t it beautiful how simple we are and yet we can mean so much to someone.
