What I always Miss

When everything becomes past and we part ways, we tend to miss them. We miss them because we remember. It drags one to a fantasy of what we were and what happened once upon a time. Memories of our childhood are very interesting, such that they bring meek smiles.

I always miss my childhood days... I miss how I got dirty easily and got heavy scolding from my mother! I miss how my father would smile when I was scolded and thrashed for my mischief. He is such a cool and nice guy, and my dear mother is always with a stick for every mischief, shaping me into what I am today. Thank you, my mother, and I miss you a lot.

I miss my school days. I miss those days where I bunked from school and enjoyed playing in bushes with friends like a little cute monkey baby! I miss how I and my friends asked for a drop of ink in a Chinese pen... I miss the laughter of my school classroom environment! The moments of not understanding the handwriting of teachers written on the blackboard and murmuring to the desk mate and rushing for second shares at lunch were those that let me be once more a naughty kid. I miss the times when we were barefoot and played Baktang Ball (a ball made of stitched cloths) and didn’t care whose leg hit stones.

I simply miss my friends, and my eyes well up when I think of them! Some have departed forever, leaving behind cherished memories, and we hope they continue to smile in heaven. I still remember the moment when my young friend expressed his desire to become a doctor and to cure his paralyzed mother. He was so cute that we spent a lot of time together, doing whatever we wanted and enjoying each other's company. We cherished teasing monkeys encountered on our way to school and back home. And I still remember when he proposed with an infant monkey and asked her to come down and go with him to be introduced to his parents. It was so funny. I miss you, my little adorable friend. 

The dancing of beautiful flowers in the tune and rhythm of the dear wind was so moving when I fell in love with a little sweet girl when I was in PP. I miss her sudden kiss on my cheek! As a little boy I used to get her flowers and beautiful plants on my way back home from school. I used to carry her bag, and we consistently enjoyed playing in the sand and streaming water. Our love was so innocent. I miss her so much that I am happy to see her now as a good mother!