On Saturday afternoon in the herbarium, a Chinese immigrant mom brings her daughters to the workshop, but she is more enthusiastic about the lesson. She also asks us many questions on the personal level.
Mom: Do you have your own children?
I: No, that's why I am here to play with others' kids.
Mom: When I first came, I had to take care of the girls on my own. I cried all the time.
When she says these words, it is raining hard outside. It feels like she can never cease discarding her soaking-wet loneliness...