There are more wrinkles on my mom's forehead as time passes.
Her smile is beautiful as a girl but her eyes grew dim as one gets old. I wondered in an instant that how the floral ground looks to my mom's eyes. "Mom, stand right there. It will be beautiful." She smiled after taking off her mask. I snapped some photos of her in the yellow flowers. She was beautiful than the flowers. We walked together to a voting place on Election Day. She was wearing a mask because of yellow-dust watch. She was cute with the pink dots mask. When we are passing through the little artificial pond, I suggested to take a picture in front of the pond. She carefully sat at the stone. 1, 2, 3, click!
