About one year ago, when I was home, I was sitting at the table in my room working on something, as usual. It was a quite hot afternoon, a common situation in my home town. My mom suddenly came to me and we made a conversation, unimportant, just usual mom-child conversation. But in the middle of it, she stopped talking and kept watching on my lip. "Your lip looks like dried-out. Is it difficult to get water there?" she asked. "No, I think I drink enough, about 6 glasses of water in a day. But, maybe because I like walking, I don't drink at that moment." Several months after that conversation, I came back home again and guess what I got. Yeah, a drinking bottle, then I could carry a water while I am walking. And hope that my lip will not dried-out again. I understand about love at that level, but sometimes I am like to lose of the soul to express of such feeling. But I'll never doubt on yours, so never doubt of mine. Happy birthday, Mom. Ho...
