My younger daughter Rina is standing on the left. My mom is on the right. They meet only once a year. “How big you have become!” is the first words my mom says to my daughter every year.The first work of the day is picking some vegetables before breakfast. My mom, my brother and my sister have a small vegetable garden next to their house. Breathing fresh morning air and a light work before breakfast can be a good start of a day.
My mom becomes eighty-one years old this summer. I feel she becomes smaller than she was a year ago. On the contrary, eleven year-old Rina seems to grow every day.
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