Annual Retreat and Ghost Festival

The annual retreat for my PhD program was a great excuse for us to go to Taichung.

What the presentations were about, I don't really remember now.

But I clearly remember Mo's happy face after we played every game in the night market and won a pile of prizes.

We spent the last day in Taoyuan for the ghost festival.

That banana chiffon cake we made with Grandpa was perfect.

Mental Torture

"My husband" came to me to accuse me that I make Mo cry for fun when he is not around and I mentally torture my own daughter.

One could never hurt a woman more by calling her a bad mother.

And the man certainly uses his weapon well.

Well, I guess the zoo has become my comforting place.

A walk with Mo in the zoo always cheers me up.