Hot wind

Looking around, sexy girls in chic clothes are everywhere, dazzling my eyes. I like watching people in the street or in the subway, just as Amelie does in the cinema.

I'm still drowsy; probably it's the side effect of working on a rotating shift. Standing there waiting for the train, I felt like an icecream melting in the heat. As it gets hot, I also turn sluggish, like a hibernating animal.

I even forgot to write something on mother's day.

For kids, everyday is children's day, but for moms, perhaps only mother's day is their holiday. The saddest thing of being a daughter or son is seeing your parents getting old. When you return home after being away for years pursuing your study, career, or whatever, you suddenly find your parents' hair turn grey, back hunched... And what's worse, you can do nothing but to accept this.