Restarting Life at Sixty

On my sixtieth birthday, I noticed my daughter-in-law seemed a little strange.

Her eyes were full of pity whenever she looked at me. Several times, she seemed about to speak, as if she had something difficult to tell me.

Later, I accidentally learned the truth she'd been hiding.

It turned out that my husband, whom I'd been married to for years, had secretly stayed in touch with his first love all along.

My husband, a master of traditional Chinese painting, claimed in public that he never painted people, yet every year he painted a portrait for his first love.

I sat awake all night, thinking back over every moment of our married life. Suddenly, I felt so tired.