poached egg

As soon as I came home today, my mother didn't pay much attention to me, but she accidentally let me eat a meal cooked by my mother.
Except for big festivals (such as the Lunar New Year), it has been a long time since it was eaten at other times.

I'm a little surprised, and a little not,
Because my mother's heart - my brother is at home, she will cook for her son. It is also possible,
Well, I just took a bite out of the concept.

I keep checking my inner self to see if any emotions are aroused,
Been back and forth for a long time,
After confirming that there is no feeling of being neglected due to the eccentricity of elders since childhood,
I made sure that I didn’t feel that I didn’t feel important because my mother didn’t care whether I came home or not,
Make sure that no negative feelings arise,
But to a plate of poached eggs on the table,
Bring back memories.

I haven't eaten my parents' fried poached eggs for a long time.
I remembered that our three brothers and sisters were often called "Cai Long Cai Hu" by my mother when they came home from school.
He didn't care that he was a girl, so he followed his sister and brother to grab the food on the table.

When I was a child, the life of the military dependents' village was simple, simple, but satisfying;
And after the marriage officially left home, all this has become a memory at the bottom of the box.

Dad died the year after my daughter was born.
When a spiritual support from childhood left me, I didn't shed a single tear.
However, in the night after many years, I often burst into tears because I missed my father's perseverance and love.
I think my writing style has inherited a lot from my father, a descendant of the wartime who is capable of both writing and martial arts,
Dad is the chef of our family. He can write articles and calligraphy with a good brush. He makes steamed buns, gnocchi, handicrafts, repairs water and electricity, swimming, and sports decathlons.
And most of the books he brought home were picked up and read by me,
When I was a kid, I used to help me with my speeches.

When I saw the poached eggs on the table, I remembered my father's love before,
Always hidden in poached eggs at dinner, and in a big bowl of male milk at the breakfast table.

Maybe it was my father's love that made up for the feeling that I was always ignored as the second child.
So, when the picture reappears,
It's overflowing with thoughts.

I always felt that after my father passed away, he became my guardian spirit,
Whenever I feel a low ebb, I always whisper to my father in my heart,
A very useful question sentence often relieves the most difficult dad in my heart. If it were you, what would you do?

My partner asked me, is your shadow area still full?
My answer is always, if there is no complex, no one will enter the circle of body and mind! Haha!
Even though he has been practicing spiritually for many years, he is still an ordinary body after all, and of course he still has emotions.
It's just whether we can have the inner strength and method of self-healing,
After allowing yourself to flow through these emotions,
back to your inner center,
This is the crux of the spiritual chain.

Missing is a very precious emotional flow,
A plate of Mom's fried poached eggs,
Can evoke so many memories,
I think, only people on earth can enjoy such happiness.

If it is really aliens, they are probably dumbfounded, with question marks all over the sky. ^^

Missing text, write it casually, record it carefully.

Because it is love.