April 9th, 2022, Cloudy, 43-56Degree
It is my first time to see my mother's photo in her youth. 1977, at that time, my mother was twenty-two, one year before she married to my father.
Yes, my mother's youth has been long forgotten. Once before, her grey hair was thick and dark and long; her wrinkled face was plump and glowing with youth; she had a lot of dreams and a lifelong journey laying beneath her feet expecting her to explore...
Now, almost half century later, when she sees this photo, what's in her mind?
Does she look forward to having a next life in which she can continue to pursue her unfilled dreams?
The fire is dying out, time for me to leave.