To my mom and my sister
星期三 一月 30, 2008 1:16 pm
They talk with me over the phone, outside and inside, they say very cold.
Like 50 years ago. My dad adds.
On the other side of the Pacific Ocean, I need not worry about storms and
food, everything is convenient, I could hear my son outside play
snow. He never imagines how chill it feels without furnace inside.
He claims he loves winter.
Now, my sister needs to go out to fetch water from a well, which abandoned long time ago.
She needs to be very careful because of the icy ground.
I say to them, Take care . . . They smile, I could only imagine, but I want to cry.
I miss them. I really want them to take care.