In the evening, grandma, dad, and I. I was a kid. 

    However, this is only an imaginary scene. In our inarticulate, slightly serious family, most elders will give everyone a pair of gloves. But I do hope that my offspring will prefer such affection. When I was this young, most of people around me were my little friends. My parents were busy with their jobs, especially my father, who was a surgeon, and spent little time at home. The neighborhood became a different kind of family. After moving, the people who often accompanied with me is grandma and grandpa, a scene I still remembered is that my grandma often prepared for me some bake sweet potatoes when I go home in winter.

    Time no longer, miss you.