Once upon a time...

It's 9:12 pm. I am sitting here writing incoherent thoughts. The sounds of my mom's snoring in the next room suddenly strike a light hue of reminiscent. It was me at 3 year olds ... or was me a lot younger? I was crawling around in circle upon the wooden bed as my mouth was chewing a spoonful of rice. My mom sat there with a bowl in one hand and a spoonful of rice in the other hand waiting patiently for me to finish chewing on the bite.

I am 44 going on to 45. My mom is 82 going on to 83. So much had happened in each of our lives. Where did the time go?