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A Love Letter



Dear Mercy,

I’m so proud to have you as my daughter. You gave meaning to my life! For over ten years when you were young, I overlooked my disappointments and emotional turmoil. All I could see was your beautiful smile. It gave me strength to move my feet, one step at a time.

You delighted me with your intelligence and made your learning fun. You were like a sponge, soaked in every new learning as fast as it came. I described you as book gobbler as you read books after books in such a fast pace. You were placed in GATE (Gifted and Talented Education) program at third grade. You had great confidence in yourself thanks to your second grade teacher Mrs. Uken. You told me she wrote “You can do it!” on the chalkboard and left it on. When we learned new things together, I said, “I can’t do it!” You said, “Mom, you can do it if you believe you can!” I had to agree with you.

You were so kind and generous with your friends. When you had friends coming for “sleep over,” you sent them off the next day with a bunch of your toys.

I was sad when you were taken away from me and moved to Oregon, 750 miles from my home. We were isolated from each other for five long years. I couldn’t call you because all the phone numbers were disconnected. The only contact I had was an email address. You couldn’t write to me because your emails were monitored by your dad. I only visited you once when you were sixteen years old. It was during the time you took driving lessons. You practiced driving with my rental car when I was there. Part of your practice was driving on the freeway and you had a log to keep track of the activities. I was so nervous and gripped both side of the seat but pretended to be calm. There was a big truck moving slow in front of us and you wanted to maintain the speed so you passed over the truck. The truck driver was pissed off, sped up and passed over you. I was relieved when we exited the freeway.

The day we were reunited after you turned eighteen, was the most joyous day in my life. I visited you when you roomed with several housemates.  I wanted to be with you so much, even just sitting in the living room while you did your college work or did things with your friends. I was content with being in each other’s life.

It touched my heart seeing you grew into a kind, sensitive, considerate, helpful, tenderhearted, and compassionate young lady.

In the years followed, I enjoyed our hour-long conversation on the phone. I appreciated your trust and shared your feelings, concerns, and everyday life with me. You were not a little girl anymore. I shared my experience, my suggestions, but always encouraged you to make your own choices. My saying to you was always, “Don’t rush, listen and follow your heart!” In that, I believed that God would speak to your heart and helped you make right choices.

On one visit, we went to a shop to do ceramic painting together. I had so much fun doing it like we took ceramic painting class when you were young. You enjoyed playing board games, so did I. We were compatible also, so we always made time for games during my visits to you.

game 4

I was thankful for your desire to serve the community and found a job that allowed you to help people in need. You could have worked for big financial firms and made good money. but your heart was, and is, with people. I’m so proud of you.

It was God’s guidance in your life and brought a loving husband to you and got married in May 2011, I’m grateful for that. You both have a desire to learn and to grow as a couple. Most of all, you want to learn to be a sensitive spouse to each other and let your love and bonding grow. You also want to grow individually by spending separate time with the gal and guy friends. Your journey may have ups and downs but it is beautiful.

It’s a privilege to have both you and Will in our life. I thank God to keep us as a loving family. I always look forward to spending time with you both, either have you come to visit, or going to visit you. We’ll see you next month.

I love you so very much!


p.s. during our visit in March 2017, Mercy and Will shared with us that they were expecting their first baby.


Silver Bell


I used to be a strict teacher. I thought smiling would make the students think that they could goof around in the classroom. Therefore I wore a straight face often. Somehow after I became a mom, I was more passionate toward my students. I loved them, smiled more, and kept in mind that, “What if this is my child?”

 When I asked questions in class, I allowed creative answers, and tried to find some good points to compliment them. I allowed funny but polite answers. Other students might laugh at the answers. I laughed with them. Then I asked additional questions to help the students think. They might come up with more reasonable and appropriate answers. I was generous to praise and point out thoughtful answers.

Many students thought that they were my favorite students, because I praised them. They always offered to help. During recesses, they would knock on my door and asked if I needed help. Sometime I was happy that they offered to help. Other times, I needed to take a break. So I gently told them to come back the next day.

Once in awhile, a teacher on different lunch schedule may come in to talk with me. As soon as my attention was away from the students, they would start talking.  Every teacher used different technique to quiet down the students. I preferred using a silver bell. The bell was old and sometimes the clapper got stuck. I had to cover the lip of the bell and jiggle it a little bit before I could ring it softly. The students responded well with my silver tone, musical sound of the bell. They were very good at quiet down respectfully.


Seven years into the retirement. Seventeen years away from the classroom, with ten years in administration before retirement. I still have the silver bell.


Daily Prompt: Jiggle

Tunnel of Music


Tunnel of music, my great hideout

Surrounded by musical sounds

Utters my unspoken language

Sounds out my unspeakable profound

Carries me to cloud nine

Wings my spirit high

Laments the deep sorrow

Echoes in my heart’s hollow

Speaks for my heart break

Clashes my entangled struggle

Dances for the joyous chance

Drums to my rhythmic victory

Waves my dreamy fantasy

Serenate my romantic love

My symphony

My empathy

My company


I love music. It’s in my blood. It speaks to my soul. This is part of my entry for the Loveuary Challenge at  https://butismileanyway.com

Daily Prompt: Hideout

Daily Prompt: Rhythmic

My Valentine

I painted this ceramic piece for him a couple years ago.



It was serendipity that we met

Summer had not started yet, but

It was the final week of school

Decided to go to

a group that met at a home

We chatted, we snacked

You asked what I did for fun

I smiled, didn’t answer the question

Then flexed the arm to show my muscles

Under your shirt were bigger muscles

You looked at me with a smile

You worked out also, for quite a while

The whole night, I didn’t see other guys’ faces

You occupied my entire mind’s spaces

Time was flying by and we said “Good night”

I knew I was in love with you at first sight

No more home meetings in summer, but

You had my phone number

Remember our first date?

We went to the gym on a late Sunday.


Tuesday Photo Challenge – Color of Love

Our Love

This is the poem about the love between my husband and me.


                                                                         Love is…

Love is a gift I give and receive.

Love is being kind and being honest.

Love is forgiving and to be forgiven.

Love is self-nurturing and self-sacrifice.

Love is being strong and being vulnerable.

Love is admitting and receiving apologies.

Love is my expression to him and reception of his.

Love is caring and being cared for.

Love is respecting and to be respected.

Love is self-growth and allows him to grow.

Love is to be firm and be flexible.

Love is patience we have for each other.

Love is a balance of feelings and responsibilities.