It’s one of your favorite self-invented games. Every time I hold you on my lap, you start to copy every expression appearing on my face.

I smile; your small face split up into a wild smile immediately with sparkles in your eyes. I put on a poker face and look directly into your eyes; you stare at me back with smiles fading away. I pretend to be angry, which is something you haven’t mastered the skills yet, and you frown a little with a kind of confusing and sad look. 

• You want a smile, smile first.

• Anger always causes confusions and sorrows, not only to the others, but also to the one who shoot at.

Your Mum

2008-2-20