Just beside the patio, my mother was watering her tomato seedlings, with vivid tiny green leaves that can be seen clearly. Wearing her reading glasses, she bended over to carefully check every leaf to make sure there are no pests. On the left side of my mothers small task, my two daughters, aged 2 and 5 years old, were enjoying their happiest hour in the playhouse. They were quarreling to be the first one to go down the slide, and the big one finally let her baby sister go first because her face was puckering up and spilling tears.
My big angel then sat down in the grass, picking a downy flower head from a dandelion, and blew it to the sky with hope in her eyes. Their grandfather stood beside the slide, looking at them with a smile and waving a paper fan to shoo the mosquitoes away from them. The busiest person was my husband, who slowly walked along the gray fence, standing on tiptoe or bending down from time to time to check if there are any cracks. There was nothing special tonight, but I really enjoy this peaceful, joyful moment, which is like a picture that cannot be found in town.