"Mom, hug." A family of three passes by. If the child refuses to walk, he will be held in his arms. The man next to him puts his hand under her armpit and holds it up behind her neck. "Mom can't hold your little wax gourd. Dad will ride a plane for you."

The three people left with a laugh and a talk. Ye Shui-mei looked at them with ink in her eyes. Suddenly, she thought that Mom, Dad and everyone had disappeared. She couldn't see the three mouths of the family. Her tears fell like this.

The mood that I haven't seen my family for a whole day now...