In their 80s, they are spending most of time indoor, my father is playing video games while my mother is doing choirs in the kitchen.
This photo was taken while my mother was cooking the meal for me. I told her that I wanted to take a picture of her and suggested that she act as usual. But she still turned around to face the lens and smile to me. It was such State of Mind that she was really enjoying doing what she was doing – spending her time at the kitchen, especially with me. The kitchen is still old styled as I saw while I was a little kid, with nothing fancy. But my mother can create the most delicious meals here, much better than the foods I have had in any fancy restaurants around the world.
When we were young, my mother spent whole day on New Year’s Eve, preparing family dinner for us. I still remember the happiest moments while we were sitting around the table to dig in those delicious dishes.
In recent years, the dinner in New Year’s Eve has been “outsourced”. The family gathering has moved to local restaurants, where we can’t taste the dishes cooked at home with the scents of love and caring. Maybe due to this reason, we sit around the table staring on the phone screen to grab electronic “red envelopes” instead of talking with each other.
While I am staying in there home, my mother insists cooking at least one meal per day for me, because she wants to somehow take care of me during such a precious reunion. I try to spend as much time as possible at home, because I know that each of such reunion counts because it won’t last forever through the last Seasons of my parents’ lives.