December 11, 2011 SUNDAY

At first my family planned to go back to Koushong this Saturday and Sunday, but it turned out that we didn't go to Koushong and went to a mall to shop for things we will have to bring to our trip to Canada this winter break... (which is coming up soon!) Anyways, I was pretty happy that we didn't have to go back to Koushong because everytime I go there, I'll just have to read all day, sleep all day, or walk around all day in the house. But I'm also sad because I always loved sitting on the stone chairs beside the big stone table in grandma's garden, enjoying the cool breeze under the shadows of grandma's trees, looking at the fishes in the little pretty waterfall tank, and enjoying the smell the roses and other flowers in grandma's garden with my good old grandpa who always tell me about himself and his partners' fight in the second World War. Last time he told me about how he saw one of his best friends die and got shot himself in the back when he was running towards his friend. Grandpa is always filled with his stories, but this time I didn't get to listen to any of his "sad-but-exciting stories"...