So I wrote; and, wrote; and, wrote.
Rewrite the stars (a song I am listening to now),
Me (testing my daughter to prepare her for college): Are you going to eat a lot?
~ I hurt my daughter tonight.
Her tears trickled down her face. . .
Me: I promise I will teach you how to forgive and love again.
Me: First, you start with love. (Give love to the one that hurt you, especially to the one that you trusted the most.)
Me: Then, you give more LOVE.
Me: Then, you learn how to forgive.
Me: Then, you give more LOVE.
I offer my daughter a bowl of her favorite noodles.
Her (She rejects.): No, I don’t want it.
Me: I offer her my Jasmine Milk Tea with Boba (her favorite drink, in the past weeks.)
I cough.
Her (She rejects the Boba and pushes aside back to me.)
Me: See you gave me something to drink because of my cough.
~ has she indeed learned how to forgive?
Me (ordering from the waitress in Cantonese): Please bring me another order of the Jasmine Milk Tea. A large one!
Waitress: With Boba?
Me: Yes, with Boba, please.
~ for my daughter.
Me: And, then the people who were good to you will come around and support you and make you smile.
Me (saying to the waitress in Cantonese): My daughter is sad. I scolded her.
Waitress (to my daughter, and me): Oh, don’t be sad. It is a Happy New Year. don’t be so sad.
Her (she smiles at the waitress, which softened my heart)
~ does she forgive? (a thought a mother)
I offer my daughter another bowl of her favorite noodles.
~ I knew my daughter
Me: Then, the LOVE comes from your FATHER!
Father: Stop it now.
The waitress brought the Jasmine Milk Tea with Boba
~ in a glorious bag
to our table.
~ for my daughter with LOVE.
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LOVE knows no bounds, reader. For the one that hurts you, think of LOVE for the other person. More LOVE. . .then forgiveness will return to your soul and cleanse your soul.
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