I feel like having fish ball noodle, economic mihum, lou mai gai, white coffee, or dim sum. Feel like wake up early in the morning, jogging before the sun greets our face. And smile at those aunties who doing tai-chi exercise. Feel like cycling on the high way alone. Feel like frying French-fried in the morning. Feel like talk to my friend’s mother and be in their present. I don’t know why. A lot of mothers like me. They treat me like their son. Feel like playing with my chocolate monster. I miss her and her evil smile.
But for now. I have another rally to fight. I will win the war.
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