I just want to say my mom is turning more and more beautiful even by the second,she had me when she was 24 (that's quite young age to have a child I guess) and the only change in her is a sharper sense of style and fashion and opener and wiser mind although she's always had the biggest heart.

On the other hand,I always start thinking about death and grief from the image of my mom,beautiful as she is right now in her early 40s,I am kind of scared one day eventually that will be gone and the next thing I know she's turned to this weak old lady walking with a cane,or even worse,lying in bed,not being able to move a finger,my heart nearly lost a beat.

If dad taught me with factual facts and knowledge,I guess mom has actually taught me what it's like to be a friendly and loving human and the morals and wisdom,especially the virtue of tolerance that one needs to aquire,and also a witty sense of humour, (I am sorry,dad).And though it's always been dad who's claiming 'I hope my sacrifice pays off.'It's actually mom who I'd make my sacrifice for.For she's made my life in peace,I want her to feel the same.

Just now mom was reading Thomas Whitman to me,'cause she thought some verses are really funny.

Well,child impulse.