Little Woman

Womanhood is a whole different thing from girlhood. Girlhood is a gift and womanhood is a choice. Being 25 this year, I do not know whether do I understand the concept of what woman is? What is the role of a woman, what character and attributes lives in a woman, how does a woman dress and etc. I am very far from there. I am a Little Woman.

Bread

There is nothing special about this bread. It is not a bread that I like. It is not a bread with a brand. It is just a bread baked by the grocer. The spread of the bread my classic spread which I will always love. What made me not to eat was, the bread was spread by my father at 4.30 am in the morning for my breakfast before I go to work and before my parents flew back home. I told my father not to do it but I will prepare for them. Instead, he did it for me. I sit down thinking whether should I eat it or keep it for tomorrow. My mind was clear. I took a picture of the bread as a remembrance. I am a sentimental person when I receive something from the person I love or whom I love. I ate the bread. I chewed it so precious. It was so precious because I am living overseas and this bread which was spread by my father eaten by me will last a long time till we meet for my next home coming.

Hand shake

It was a cold day. My body has well adapt the winter temperature of Sydney. I went out to the city to attend to some errands. I went to somewhere near Martin Place. I was there yesterday. Didn’t know that you are attending to my queries.At the end of the appointment, I told someone if I was to define gentlemen,I would pick you on they way you reacted to my enquiries by the tone of voice, politeness, manners, etiquette, your proficiency in language respect, grooming (a clean shave face), calm, fashion, the colour of your eyes and etc. They way you shook my hand yesterday and today, I sense a difference.