he is my good friend’s son who is maybe 7 years old now. he must be getting so big. i first met him when he was a sweet 2 year old, giggling shyly at people. he was about 5 when i moved to taipei but he still remembered me. we would hang out and watch movies like dumbo and spiderman. or take a walk to the chiang kai shek memorial and run around the square.. or paint mystery paintings—i would use a white crayon on white paper and when he painted over them the secret picture would appear! i got him to tell me about his 100 invisible girlfriends who are giants with blue hair and have 300 cats. i wonder if he’ll still pretend he never said that but have a hard time hiding a smile the next time i see him, or if he’ll have forgotten.
i miss his mom too. she became my older sister there, taking me to doctor appointments and bringing me soup when i was sick. fixing up my air conditioner and just being there for me. she is hyper and crazy and funny and always tells me she loves me (which makes me cry every time). i hope she’s doing ok these days, hopefully some things are going a lot better than the last time we talked.
it’s now been two years since i’ve seen them, since i left taiwan..