hallo...i'm susan.
As I am packing miserably for my trip back to Tucson, somehow, I stumble upon our family photo albums.
Don’t you ever wish that you can go back to the time when Daddy was still able to hold you in his arms. Mommy would still be hold your hand when you cross the street.
As I look at the pictures, The little “me” in the pictures seems more happy back then, more energetic, more joyful…as if I lived in my own little world.
I didn’t know what responsibility was…didn’t need to worry…didn’t need to care…didn’t need school…didn’t need to buy stuff…didn’t drive…didn’t argue…didn’t need to be complex…nor lie…nor think…nor need to put on a mask…a shield…
Just the simple fact that my dad was still able to carry me in his arms…the mere fact that I was able to sit on this lap…was all I needed…all I wanted
I was happy playing with a pile of sand…but now it’s different.
