My Memo

I decided to write a book for a simple reason: I was afraid of forgetting. I forgot the songs my mother hummed in the kitchen, the silhouette of my father from behind when he was repairing things, and the trivial things that made my nose sore or my heart warm in an instant. There are no plot twists and turns in this book, only the most real life. It is a child's memory archive, a family's "chronicle", composed of countless insignificant but important fragments. If you want to keep the memory of your parents but don't know where to start, maybe this book can give you some courage. It has nothing to do with literary talent, only true feelings.