This was my third Mother's Day.
Mo was only 5-month-old for the first one and I was in England for the second one.
She gave me this on Sunday morning and actually said "Happy Mother's Day" to me.
I almost burst into tears.
Thank you, Mo Mo.
I like it very much.
As my mom and I, we were in the cold war again.
I was pissed off because I felt my mom is confused about her role as Mo's grandmother.
She gave me this on Sunday morning and actually said "Happy Mother's Day" to me.
I almost burst into tears.
Thank you, Mo Mo.
I like it very much.
As my mom and I, we were in the cold war again.
I was pissed off because I felt my mom is confused about her role as Mo's grandmother.
She obviously thinks I am not good enough to be Mo's mother, but she is.
My mom is vain.
A mixed baby like Mo would be a perfect accessory for her.
I don't remember she had that passion for children when I was little.
What could I say if my own mother wanted to replace me?
I broke the ice and suggested a day trip to 菁桐 for the seasonal blossoms.
This old mining town with previous Japanese style is always a pleasant place to visit.
On the way home, we found another interesting spot 望古.
The station is so small that I think even the local trains are not stopping here.
At the end of the day, my mom and I were talking again.
But I have the feeling that this fight ain't over yet.
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