Ginger bush and hoe

Last night, my mother had a sore throat until 3:30 a.m. But we ran out of ginger, so I went to the ginger bush to dig some up. Luckily, I had a hoe there. I made her a glass of ginger and honey drink made with our homegrown ginger. She must have felt so warm inside. After drinking it, she fell into a deep sleep. I felt incredibly happy.

I am determined that each day will be a story about Mother's language. That way, I will sow 30 seeds a month and 365 seeds a year. In this way, the field of my heart will be truly rich and beautiful thanks to the daily practice of Mother's language. Thinking about that fills my heart with excitement and a happy smile appears on my face.