A kid

It was 2’30 am in Malaysia when we were going to head for the airport from a friend’s house. My phone rang right after I took this picture. “Who on Earth can call me this time?” I thought. It was my mom. She called because she was afraid that I would oversleep and miss the flight. I found it funny of her to still take care me like that. I was no longer a kid.

Next early morning, I reached Hanoi and called her. It turned out that last night, at that time, she was waken up by a bad dream about us, her children and then couldn’t sleep till the morning. I found me a kid. I am a kid. Forever.‪#hpbd24‬