A family then came to the temple with their mother in wheelchair, I guess she is not over 60 years old. However, their mother got stroke and she is unable to speak like a normal people. No one understands what she wants, she moaned, she cried. Her son asked her to stop crying and told her that she is going to be fine, just fine just fine.
I told my mommy that it looks sorrow and painful. Mommy then told me that we live in a fragile life.So tiny that we are all out of control. Unpredictable, unforeseeable. Mmmm...I think the low mournful cry still spinning in my head now.:]
Till then,much love from me(:
