I like to ponder over an apple. Sir Isaac Newton got inspired by a falling one, and Steve Jobs by a bite on it. I believe I can, when time is right.
My mother led me to her little garden during this New Year. I saw many little flowers, but she was so joyful to show me her little green birds.
My mother is eighty-four. She was a babysitter at the age of seven, and managed only to pass by many schools everyday. She does not know an apple a day keeps the doctor away.
She too never know her fifty two-years old son is trying his chance with an apple, while her green birds are ready to fly.