So this is what I'm feeling now. My life is at a turn when everything looks so beautiful and interesting. And, if I have something new, I'll keep on writing it down. Oh yes, my birthday is coming soon and I'm turning 15 next week. So, Bye-bye journal book and wish me a happy birthday next week.
Dad was exactly the same in his old days. He told me the same thing 'Son, live your life when you still have time' when I was young. Now I knew why he said that. Because he knew that his beautiful moments would never be back again like it was when he was with mom. He cherished every happy moment's and wrote it down so beautifully. I folded a page of the book so that I could read on from that point. Meanwhile, mother looked so happy after such a long time. Maybe she remembered what father was telling about. They shared so many beautiful things when they were young. Dad even wished to never grow old but time was not that kind. Even if mother is no longer young and beautiful and dad is no more with us, these memories will never grow old. Time is forever frozen in these pages and they would always keep on smiling down there. But I'm curious to know how they fell in love with each other. Maybe it's written in next page that says "Falling for her eyes". But it's too late now so I will keep it for the other day. I told mother to rest for today and went to sleep. I was happy too knowing about my mom and dad. I'm eager to read more.