When we were kids, Mom one day told us that a fortune teller told her that someday one of her kids will take her to America. Being the brightest among her children, everybody thought it's gonna be me. I actually believed that too. Just this morning, I drove dad to the airport to go to NY. While driving, I remembered this prediction and realized, its was half-fulfilled. Mom never lived through it so it's only Dad taking that flight alone without her. And if she's still with us right now, it was my sister after all and not me who'll take her there. I can only shake my head right now. How fate indeed sometimes play tricks on us.
Walking the Streets of New York
At Central Park
The old town of Medina
Staten Island
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