After getting married, I have become lazy and rarely write anything. The romantic sentiments of a young girl have been replaced by the mundane tasks of daily life such as oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar. Then, when I had my baby, I completely became a housewife. Life abroad is comfortable and happy, but it also comes with a bit of loneliness and sadness. Fortunately, the arrival of my baby filled that void. When I was pregnant, many people asked me who would help take care of the baby after it was born. At that time, I confidently said, "Can't one adult handle one child?" However, when the child suddenly came into my life, I realized that it was far from easy. My weight also easily returned to what it was before I got pregnant. During the summer vacation, I dragged my husband and son, with big bags and small bags, and finally returned to China. Once back, I handed my son over to my mother and finally got to rest. Now, my baby plays happily every day with his grandparents and uncle. But as I watch him grow up and become more active each day, I am really worried about how I will take care of him when we go back...
My aunt once told me, "In your father's eyes, you are still a child, and now you have to take care of a child yourself. It must be tough." When she said that, I felt a lump in my throat.
After coming back, I originally planned to hang out with my good friends, but I found that it was so hard to make happen, even though we were all so close geographically. Some friends are dating, some are getting married, some are pregnant, and others are taking care of their children - everyone is so busy that they don't have time to hang out with me. We, the post-80s generation, have quietly started our own lives.
I really miss them, and those days when we acted crazy together like flowers in bloom...