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It's been alreadythree weeks since my younger son left my home. Over the past two weeks, the first thing that I have done after getting back home was checking and replying to his pictures and news about his school life through the internet web site. At that time when I log on it, I could see many replies fromother parents (I might be the last mom who replies it...). At first, when I saw their comments, I thought they were too sensitive and fussy to their children's feature. However, thinking of me these days, I seem to be getting more sentimental day by day. I never expected that I would be such an emotional mom. Actually, when I prepared breakfast this morning, I made three hard boiled eggs habitually. After realizing my mistake, I smiled to myself. Still, I have a habit of checking my text messages every 4 or 5 p.m. Of course, I am sure he might have a great time there because I know this trip is what he really wanted to have since last winter. When I said good-bye to him, we promised each other to do our missions successfully until we meet again. To finish my part, I might have to sacrifice all weekends of August. The good thing is that he met great foster family there, so we can exchange any news about him through emails. What anamazing world that wecan discussabout his trivial health problems through the internet. These days I quite realize that I live in the www.era.