For as long as I can remember, I've known that there was a spoon in the house, pale yellow with speckled rust. I suspect it's a spoon that may be older than my age. Ask the mother, and the mother remembers clearly that it is

For as long as I can remember, I've known that there was a spoon in the house, pale yellow with speckled rust. I suspect it's a spoon that may be older than my age. Asked the mother, the mother clearly remembered that this was a spoon that the eldest sister came to my house when she was six years old and bought for one dollar and five cents. The eldest sister is five or four years old, and this spoon is also over the age of flower nails. At that time, a dollar and a half of money was also a large amount of expenses for parents, right? It also set off the joy of my parents' mood when the eldest sister came to my house.

There are many dilapidated things in my hometown, and my mother is reluctant to throw them away, including this spoon, which is still in use today. Nor did I dare to discard my mother's belongings easily, though dilapidated and occupied the place. Maybe it was too poor and bitter before, and every stitch was not easy to come by. Perhaps these used objects have become a part of the mother's life, life and death depend on each other.

Dependent arising is empty, and there is no unbroken feast under the heavens. After all, these things are separated from my mother, and I can only pray for my mother's health and longevity, and try my best to help my mother keep these things that are engraved with the imprint of life.

Chun An [Prayer]