Last night,
before going to sleep,
Iza and I have cozy talk as usual.
When she looked into my eyes
and helped me to tidy up my hair
(my hair turns white drastically after iza has started kindergarten),
I suddenly feel that I'm getting old faster than I expect.
"Iza, I wish you would grow up faster."
Just thinking that I wish to see her grown up before my hair has all gone white.
"Mama, I've already growing very fast.
Somebody said that I look like 8."
I didn't expect that.
She is right, honestly right...


A shop selling chinese blue prints.

Natural born architect

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