The Seven Path Poem, Life and Death, Parenthood

Dad:

I have something randomly in my mind that I want to share with you. How is your life in the summer of Beijing? Here in US, suddenly, the weather turned, yesterday it felt like a hot steam room. Then, I realized that I was too spoiled by the ever blasting AC in the US.

Here is a poem that you taught me when I was little by Zao Zhi:

Seven Path Poem:

Boiling beans burn the beanstalk,
Beans inside the pan cry:
We're both grown from one root,
Why so fast to boil each other?

Basically, this is the question that I meant to ask my fellow Chinese people. We are grown from the same root, why so fast that we boil each other?

Life seems truly unpredictable--I was at one good friend's wedding one weekend and then the other friend's wake on the other. When I truly looked back, I just suddenly was aware of how fragile and precious one's life is.

When my friend -- the mom passed away and I visited the little infant baby who were left behind. Without any warning, she seized my little pinkie with her hand. So tiny that she can't even get a firm grasp on my hand. But I felt it with my heart. I was touched with joy and filled with celebrating emotions which were beyond my understanding. It almost brought me to tears. I ponder on how you looked at me when I was first born. But I heard from mom that I had 18 wrinkles on my face when I was first born. : ) 

Also, the Father's day is next weekend. Ay... another hard Holiday to get by. I am thinking what I should do to have more people to support your rescue?

With all my love and a renewed understanding of parenthood, your daughter,
Dandan