Lin's mother smiled, "It's nothing serious, just asking how you've been lately, is work keeping you busy?"
"It's manageable, I can handle it. Mom, how's your health? How's everything at home?"
"Everything at home is good. I heeded your advice and didn't go to the market to sell vegetables. I've been eating and sleeping well; my health feels quite good. Xiaocong has also learned many poems and idioms. He's almost finished with the reading tapes you bought for him."
Lin Xinlan showed a look of surprise, "Really? He's so talented."
"Xiaocong, come and say a few words to your mom." Lin's mother handed the phone to Xiaocong.
"Mommy." Xiaocong giggled, "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival."
Lin Xinlan was startled, Mid-Autumn?
It seemed that tomorrow was the Mid-Autumn Festival, and she had actually forgotten about it.
The Mid-Autumn Festival, a day meant for family reunions, yet she couldn't go back home.
