If anybody asks me, ‘what is your most important thing in your life?” My answer isn’t myself, money, my future lover, or…, but my parents.

    I love them. Although I never said that words to them, I think we seldom said that words to each other, but we know we love each other. I can remember that

when I was a small girl, my parents took me everywhere I wanted …

    In my memories, my mother always covered her five fingers in my arse. Now I’m an adult, I sometimes told my relatives that she used to be a cruel mother.

And she explained that how mischievous I used to be, and she was so worried about me. Though, she was a bit strict when I was young, and a bit talkative

nowadays. But I still think she is the most beautiful woman in my mind. Even though she is getting older, she always wears fashionable clothes and shoes.

She is so active and beautiful, I think. But I don’t like the sentence she always tells me, it just like defiance, “Dear! Look, your Mom has so nice finger!” Oh, of course I admit that she really has so nice finger. But your know, never tell girls

(especially fat girls) how nice your finger is, please! That’s my Mom, a fashionable woman. I love her!

    My Dad, a humorous “big Boy”, he loves me very much, and also my Mom. Although I’m 20 years now, he always calls me in a sweet voice. Sometimes I

really couldn’t stand it, but if he didn’t call me in that way, I couldn’t bear much more, I think! Perhaps he seldom taught me a lesson, so I remembered the only

four times he beat me, and I remembered very deeply. Every time I recalled these four times, he always said, “Oh, no! You still remember that, why do you

have so good memory? But do you remember I was you “nianbu” in winter? Do you remember I enclasp you through the whole night just because you crying all

the time? Do you remember…? “I’m afraid I can’t, Dad! “Oh, No!” I love my Dad, and I know that he loves me so deeply, because I’m his little princess. Everybody

says that I have a warm family. We like friends but not like the traditional parents and children. Whatever, I like my family, I love my parents, and I’ll love them

forever, even the next transmigration!