I remember when (1)

(August 25, 2004)
I pick you a t the door, when you back home from your office.
I show you my home work, eventhough I never have it. I’m not school yet !!
I give you my sister’s book, that full with my handwriting.
Then you laugh….
You call me smarty, your sweety daughter.

You raise my hands, lift me up and …swing !!! To the left then to the right.
I’m laughing and feel glad.

Then I’m growing, bigger and bigger, we often speak each other , about everything.
Politics, we discuss about logic and we talk about life. How our lifes supposed to be.
You trust me to much.
You gave me all the change and challenge
So that, I felt that I’m your special daughter
I’m your golden child !!!