Tag Archives: Growing Up
The Days You’d Waited at the Stations…for Me
A daughter, who’s been, estranged from her father too long, and, it’d finally dawned on her, that her father, loved her so, but it was, too late, he’d, passed away, translated… My mother called, told me, that the newest station … Continue reading
Our War…
They tell us, that this, is OUR war, that we must, go and fight for what we believed, our freedom! But, I can’t, bring myself, to do it, I mean, the war isn’t even in the country that I’m currently … Continue reading
The Varied Roles of the Parents & Children, on Coming of Age
On parenting, translated… “Mom, you’d had raw fish again, hadn’t you! How many time do I have to tell you, that you need to watch out for germs when you eat raw foods…………”, my youngest son nagged on and on. … Continue reading
Digging Up Bullets in Our Childhood Years
Memories of our youths, translated… We lived in the Songshan District, back when it wasn’t quite developed yet, at the edge of the city. One day, my younger brother returned home, pulled out a metal thing, covered with mud, slammed … Continue reading
The Parent-Child Quality Time Shared in the Car
From the mind of a father, translated… Don’t know how other parents would interact with their young in the car? To tell the truth, I have little to NO experiences in this. Even if I’d spent six years, driving my … Continue reading