Imaging cooking in this kitchen – no gas or electric stove, you couldn’t start the fire… and your mother-in-law is hungry…
I like reading books. Most of the time, I don’t remember what I have read, but some books I remember them clearly. When I was in junior high, I read a book about a Chinese woman who was abused by her mother-in-law both mentally and physically. I remember thinking how could anyone live such a miserable life. It was worse than dying, I would tell her over and over. And it was at that very young age, I promised myself that I would never put myself into a situation like that.
Happiness is a word, which is used to describe a certain mental state. When you are in that state, you feel good and maybe even a little excited.
I am happy when I meet (get to know) nice people. They don’t even have to know my existence; I am just happy that there are nice people around. For example, I recently started following . Don gives good advices to other bloggers; he encourages us to follow other bloggers’ blog and even invites us to tell others about our blog on his blog. He’s inspired me!
I am happy when I have a nice meal at a restaurant. It doesn’t have to be a fancy restaurant, but it has to be comfy, and has good food. Ok, I admit, I like romantic restaurants.
I am happy when realizing my old friends are still remembering me, even though I have a habit of being a silent observer from time to time.
I think what bothers me the most about that Chinese woman in the story is that she couldn’t be herself. I still feel sad for her.