Writing is an act of engraving memory.
Today, I am looking at my schedule, just to check what is coming or what have to be done on the next days.
“Call grandma.”
Finally, it is time to accept the truth that this habit is no longer necessary.
A big part of my childhood gone forever. I miss her as always, I even written a post about her, 11 years ago, when I was walking around in London. Link to the post (in Chinese):
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Apparently, I was missing my both grandmother as I was viewing the painting “The Secret of England’s Greatness” by Thomas Jones Barker in National Portrait Gallery (London). I was and am still very random, funny to realize this.