A Story My Son Tells Me

Whenever my eldest son and I go somewhere by car, he explains historical and political stories to me, whether I know them or not.

Ever since he was young, he was a good storyteller, and now I find myself learning so much from him in my later years. His stories become pages and pictures, and they make me happy.

To a mother, the stories her son tells her are not just knowledge. They are pure happiness, unparalleled pride, and the sweetest taste of life. Any story is welcome. It can float around in the air without direction. In those stories, a mother laughs and cries, becoming happily younger.

Happiness, Pride, Youth