A Mother is the one who fills your heart in the first place.
I learned to forgive myself, and that enabled me to forgive my mother as a person.
People there only dream that it is China, because if you are Chinese you can never let go of China in your mind.
Yet part of me also thinks the whole idea makes perfect sense. The three of us, leaving our differences behind, stepping on the plane together, sitting side by side, lifting off, moving West to reach the East.
I love and am loved, fully and freely, nothing expected, more than enough received.
We are living in a world where everything is false. The society is like bright paint applied on top of rotten wood.