Home, childhood home.

Some good photos taken by my husband which I view once in a while to remind me of the childhood home I used to grow up in. Too many memories in this place, I always miss the sweet one.

I like particular one where my mom always waits in front of the door at 1.15pm for me to get home from school so that she can take an umbrella out and shade me from the hot sun from 2 metres outside of gate until the car porch. It was a short distance but the act matters. Many times, I was lazy to take out and use my own umbrella kept in school bag. She is a good mother.