A day I'll never forget

The weather was hot and sunny. When my mother called for me to eat, I lay in the front yard of my backyard.

But when I grew up, I was always a little uncontrollable - or I could say a naughty child. So I made believe that she could not hear her voice. My mother is a smart mother, "Well, that's fine, I guess you have to buy bread, I did not say so gently this time because I did not accept punishment" .

So, I came in very early. But this is too late. Money has already passed on to my mother's hand. She smiled with a smile. "It is better now than when I am hungry ..."

My mother's smile frowns my eyes - I fainted awful eyebrows! She spoke in the most terrible voice - I heard her as a lion roaring her prey - please let me know clearly.

"Is it okay?" The driver was worried and asked. I still do not know if these are his precise words, because I am dizzying out of the car, like the bulls of the bullfight

When I noticed what was going on I ran very fast - just like a Durban horse in July - I always go home.

I have not told my mother about this until today. My mother noticed how odd it is that I am not hungry yet.

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These are the days that I will never forget. Even now I will remember the wind bell blowing in the breeze of Santa Barbara The low golden sun represents the sunset before it turned into dark pink and magenta shadows. . Among these memories, everything is gold, from flowers swaying in the wind to light, and gold sofa towing. If I can live in the memory I have, this is something I have to choose. In our daily life in the evening, my father was very personal, so he witnessed. Back then, my mother was a ghost behind his fight against his demons, but I did not ask for help. Everything she does for herself deserves having her own story - from the mother of a real tiger, directly from the Joy Ruck club. But it is later

20th December 2001 is another unforgettable day. One year after I worked hard to make a living by working from San Francisco to Milpitas for 12 years, I told my sales vice president office that I was dismissed. Since I just got home from the lunch break of the graphic designer's farewell, I took a joke over the years for being dismissed on the same day. But being dismissed from this job will teach me a lot and will be useful in my career. It tells me what kind of work I am doing. When I work for startup, I have taught to choose important due diligence. Most importantly, I saw the CEO and learned a leader I had never thought of.