Recently, I realized I didn’t know much about my parents. I don’t know what their lives were like. Since they are no longer around, I have no way to find them out. I also found out I didn’t know much about my own children. I am sure they don’t know about me, either. They probably have no idea how I have lived. So, I decided to write about it.
Once I started, there are a lot more memories than I initially thought. I am going to write about everyone I remember.
This story is based on my own memories. Therefore, it might be different from what really happened. For some events, I only remember bits and pieces, so I added my version of the story. Hope the readers do not make quick judgements. There is nothing right or wrong about it. It’s just a story I remember.