A Year-End Atmoshpere

 

   I had a chance to browse my personal written things like cards and mails that were stored in the box. They were hidden somewhere in the corner, under the table where I could hardly notice them. It was the whole accumulation of my personal postal mails before an internet era. I knew I was old enough to avoid any emotional attachment on them, but still some cards written by my daughter brought me where I used to be at least for a while. Basically almost all of the cards were written by my daughter who often said "I'm preferring to have kind of analog method". And I found she wrote something that called my attention to the days she was little.

   Which led me to search for a little over eight hundred emails that I had wrote since she lived in abroad. The emails were saved in the cloud storage and reactivated by my reading. 

   I kept on saying this must be the christmas spirit as I read them randomly on the day of christmas.

   For her birthday in 2019, I prepared some sentences: "I still clearly remember the day you were born and the very first moment to meet your eyes, Catherine".