Last winter, my mother came to see me in the U.S. I met her in seven years. I was very happy to do everything with her from morning till night. Three months passed quickly and the day came for us to part. I felt like crying at the airport, and I just waved goodbye to her. When I came back home and saw the empty room without her, I burst into tears. I remembered that she gave me warm water, tomatoes, bananas, and eggs every morning, and that we walked together around the neighborhood for exercise in the evenings.
“Look at the buds on the tree that’s seemingly remained dead.”
“That house is almost finished.”
Even now, when I’m walking, I murmur, as if talking to my mother while walking beside her. I remember when she saw drown daisy raised by a neighbor of mine and said she didn’t understand why they didn’t eat it. So, sometimes I take some pictures of the yellow flowers of overgrown crown daisy like a tree. Those memories of my mother are everywhere.
I miss her so much with these little memories. How many more memories of heaven must have been piled up for such a long time? Heavenly Mother must be shedding tears of yearning today, too, cherishing the memories of love She made with Her children in heaven.