Five years ago, you came. That was the happiest year we had ever had:
Though we are poor, we are happy. Three of us, at every week end, we go to swim, play badminton, jog, or skate… And we travel a lot as long as I have time.
I am busy with my work, you have tons of spare time, so it is you who take care of her --and me. You always say you have two daughter .

Happiness is the same to all happy people, and when you are happy, time is flying…..

In the third year, you are settled, and I have to take care of our daughter. This time, you are busy day and night. Sometimes we wait for you till she can’t open her eyes. we even don’t know when you come back home. But we are happy to see you in the next morning when you kiss us.
…
Till one day, just before our second child was born, I got a call from a lady. I was so confused and so feared… You said that is your first girl friend who came to the US ten years ago.
That’s OK.
That’s OK?
I went back to our hometown when our son was three month old and had stayed there for a few month in order that your parents can take care of him. When I came back, I wish I had never gone…

It is New Year’s Eve, I stay by myself. But I know I am happy since our daughter has grown up. She is still happy, and so is our son. You are with them, you are a good father to them. Our son is a sports lover too, thought he is not as good at sports as his sister, who is his dear little teacher on everything. She is my pride.

We try to pretend nothing has happened. But we need time to forget some things and remember some things.
This time I come back to our hometown again by myself, but I don’t want to stay with your parents. I have not decided anything. I need space to think about myself. Can I survive?

When I read my diary written five years ago, I still feel so happy…
Could we go back to where we were?
After all, we are a family, we still have happy time with kids—when you are with them, you can’t help smiling.

I will go back sometime. I speak to myself: don’t turn me down.