Bedtime story again
2015-
Reading Project between Pintung City ⇋ Taipei, Taiwan
The distance between Taipei, where I used to work, and my hometown, Pingtung, is 387km. I left home after the graduation from junior high school. My relationship with mom was okay, but the greetings on the phone were repeat and repeat that diluted our love. It’s the generation gap that what I cared and interested seemed parallel with my mom’s for 387km. It was hard for us to have a nice conversation.
Few years ago, I brought her a book. She said she liked it but put it on the shelf. Then one year passed, I brought her another book again, but this time it’s the deference that I made a deal with her:
1 chapter for 1 night, we read it together on the phone, just like our new hobby, or an informal treatment.
The first book was small but with a huge topic, “Le Petit Prince.” I briefly recorded what we discussed every times, and found a woman I called her mom but never knew before. My presbyopia mom always read it aloud and slowly, just like a bedtime story for us, again.
