As Xiao Mei sat in the small yet elegant gallery of the flat, she placed a box on her lap like a small treasure box that had the key of heart.
She slowly put the heart into the chasm of the box and opened it. The few letters and pictures opened the big gate of remembrance of a forgotten land.
The first picture had Song Yuze and Rong Chyou holding one-year-old Xiao Mei, another had Song Yuze playing with three years old Xiao Mei, another had Song Yuze, Mo Quang and twins smiling ear to ear, another one had Song Yuze holding a day old Xiao Xing and exactly that photo made her cry out loud.
"Uncle Yuze, I miss you so much. I always missed you every time I saw Xing drawing or playing the note of flute which you wrote for them, whenever I saw him loving something so dearly just like you when he showered all the love he could on me...He is exactly like you. A carbon copy of you." She took the photo near her heart and again started to shed tears.
