This weekend, Will and Grace returned to the home town, and it is the first time the whole family completed: parents, grandpa, Will & Grace, and me. 

Skipping from the previous stage of yesterday's emotional drama with my mother, today has been folding a beautiful page. Will is so solidly, stably, offering himself to the grandpa and instantly I am moved by how grandpa seems relying on Will that steadily. 

After a casual, yet seemingly festive, home lunch, we dined out at Tasty restaurant tonight. We walked pass the park where the street entertainers and artcraft stalls lined our way home. We stopped for some time to listen to a Japanese performer's opera singing, under this bright full moon, I couldn't be more content: my family are healthily next to me, my eternally loved moon is above us, and in all the music, the street art. The atmosphere was beautifully twinkled, the loving atmosphere has been knitted protectively, respectively and lovingly around us.

I love my family more than anyone I ever love in this life time. Maybe... this time is harder for me to fly away....because my heart has been tied strongly with the feeling for them.