My eighty-three-year-old mother and my daughter in her early twenties are two very important people in my life. However, because they live in different worlds and don't have much interaction with each other, their relationship is not that deep. This makes me feel a little regretful as both a daughter and a mother. I wanted to record every bit of their lives, but I accidentally found some short articles written a few years ago on my computer, some of which were about my father, which made me very happy. Because my father has passed away several years ago, but I still think of him often.
Intention: In a complicated world, we are just an insignificant speck of dust.