I was looking out of my formal living room, my back yard patches with beautiful early spring colors ---- surrounding with all stories, wishes, and laughs of my dear girls, for a moment I recognize that, we as first generation immigrates, are more alike those flowers, been planted and grew in a nursery, root down to a new garden. Family and friendship is the air and water to the plants, to survive and to support.
While, let's talk about food ---- the good part is, menu's in English.
Worst: always forget to take pictures for parties, too busy to shot, or too delicious not to shake the camera.... :)
周末在家开了个不大的party. 都是女朋友，所以吃的份量真少。但没有了先生们的神聊和小孩子们的大呼小叫，春风和煦的下午，穿漂亮了照艺术相，喝着香槟，回忆当年不可思议的痛和幸福，这样的分享，真是挺难得。
