As a child, I was fascinated by the brightly-colored packaging and tantalizing aroma of instant noodles. My father had always been strict about our diets, so I never had the chance to indulge in these treats. But one day, he surprised me by bringing home a pack of instant noodles.

I felt an explosion of flavor as I took my first bite. The noodles were soft and springy, and the broth was rich and flavorful. Instant noodles became my guilty pleasure and a comforting meal. Even now, the sight and smell of instant noodles takes me back to those happy childhood days. This one for the joy and excitement of that first taste of instant noodles.

Nostalgie des Nouilles

The long journey to my parent's hometown is what I look forward to the most every year when I was young. But as time went on my father got busier and we went to our hometown less and less.

If I remember correctly, it's been more than 10 years since we haven't been there together. While I just went there 2 years ago, stopped by for a moment to say hello to my Uncle and Aunt.

One thing I regret the most is not being able to fulfill my mother's wish to visit her hometown because my mother's health continued to decline and in the end, she left us all.

Le Regret

My mom has always loved crafts, from embroidery to knitting. I remember every table in my old house was always beautifully covered with a tablecloth she made.

I think her hobby has been passed on to me, I also like to knit, even though the results are still far behind my mother's creations. I guess, I don't have the patience to make a tablecloth.

I made this work while remembering my childhood and also my mother.

I miss you, mom.

Souviens

While my mother was battling her kidney disease, the bus was the only mode of transportation that I relied on the most. I can spend up to 2 hours getting to my mom's house. Yes, I live in a different city from my mother.

It's common for me to wait up to 30 minutes or even more at the bus stop because there are so many passengers who are not matched by the number of bus fleets. It's very rare for me to see an empty bus stop. Always crowded with passengers. Now I rarely take public transportation, because my mother no longer has to go to the hospital.

Attente

When I was a child, I didn't have many friends. My mother often forbade me to go out and play with my friends. For her, it is better for me to use my time for ‘useful’ things, studying, of course.

Sitting alone, reading school textbooks is what I do every day.
Am I bored? absolutely, and it seems I can’t get rid of the habit.

As I grew up, I actually enjoyed being alone more. Go to a cafe or restaurant by myself, sit in the corner so no one notices. Only one thing has changed, I don't read textbooks anymore, but I am reading a real life lessons.


S'isole

My little brother was totally special, He had this crazy ability to make everyone around him happy. Seriously, his smile was like a superpower!

He wasn't your average kid. He had this way of seeing the world that was out of this world. His eyes were always sparkling with excitement, and his laughter could light up the darkest room. Even though he had his own struggles, he never let them bring him down. He was determined to make every single day a happy one, not just for himself but for everyone he knew.

One day, He spilled the beans to me about this secret adventure he had in mind. He called it the "scooter trip to the happy land." Yeah, you heard that right – a freakin' scooter trip! He said this happy land was the most mind-blowing place ever. It was all about joy, smiles, and getting whatever you wanted.

So, I picture this: He hopped on his scooter, wearing his raddest sunglasses and a grin from ear to ear. He took off on this wild ride, cruising through fields that were bursting with colors you wouldn't even believe.

As he shared his epic scooter journey, I couldn't help but feel pumped. He had this knack for finding joy in the simplest things and sharing it with others. It was like he had stumbled upon a secret portal to a world of eternal happiness.

Little did I know, this whole happy land thing was his way of dealing with his own pain. Turns out, he was secretly battling this crazy complicated diabetes. But he never said a word about it because he just wanted to bring joy to the people he loved. The happy land became his escape, his sanctuary from all the tough stuff.  
Time flew by, and one day, my brother journey in this world came to an end. It hit us all hard. The void he left behind seemed impossible to fill, and the sadness was real. But we held onto the memories he gave us – the love, the laughter, and the tales of the happy land.  
Even though he's not physically here, His spirit lives on in our hearts. We remember him as the little brother who always knew how to make us smile, the caring dude who brought so much happiness to our lives.

And sometimes, when the sun sets with a golden glow and a gentle breeze whispers through the air, we think of his scooter trip to the happy land. We imagine him zooming around, his laughter echoing through the sky, surrounded by people with huge grins and a world filled with endless joy.

Deep down, we know that he finally found his way to that magical place, where pain doesn't exist and happiness is the name of the game. And there, in the land of perpetual smiles, he continues to shine his light, forever loved and forever in our hearts.

Soyez heureux!

As a child, I spent more time in the living room than any other room in the house. I only use the bedroom to rest, that is if I don't fall asleep in the living room. Since elementary school, my mother has filled me with a myriad of private lessons at home. Starting from general knowledge, to religion. Because my mother didn't like me spending time outside the house, she hired a teacher to teach me at home.

However, when there are no classes, I still like to sit on the living room sofa for a long time, staring at the display which is my mother's hand embroidery. The 2x1 meter display always fascinates me. A house with a fish pond in the front. I can't imagine how my mom could do that with her hands, I think she has magic hands.

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