Life Story 2

When I was young, we lived in the rural south. Due to having many siblings, my mother was always very busy. Whenever we approached her, her natural reaction was to push us away, saying, "Go away! I am busy, don't get in the way!"

Because of this, I longed for the day when I could hold my mother's hand.

One day, my mother was going to the fields to pick wild vegetables, and I followed her. She suddenly took my hand and we walked along the small path in the fields. It was dusk, the sunset painted the sky golden, and my mother's elongated shadow almost covered the entire path.

At that moment, I felt an unprecedented sense of happiness. Life was so beautiful!

Over thirty years have passed, but every time I think of that scene, the feeling of happiness surges again. Ah! It turns out that happiness is accumulated from many small emotions.