Becomes yearly eve when everyone’s sounding those new-year-resolution, what kind of achievement, introspection and so on. Thus for me, I sounded instantly on my mind as simply as “I want to be a better person next year” then forgot it in a short period after. I never really meant and specified though what was “A Better Person”.
Until end of last 2011, the very first time I really really really meant my new-year-resolution.
I specified it as “I want to be a good daughter for my dad”.
He was sick for months in hospital and all i wanted was things get back to normal with his presence in home.
I deliberately wanted to do my best for him.
We celebrated our new year’s eve with Dad, beside his hospital bed told him that year had changed. As an old type of Chinese people, he believed that Dragon Year is a blissful year yet he looked forward for his recovery after new year.
Same with him, I rushed to leave 2011 and stared high hopes for 2012.
New year as a new hope, a new page, a new path for us.
We had simple but sweet celebration, each of us (included Dad) wore a colorful eye mask- blew a small horn that we bought from nearest store- took few pictures with phone- counted down 54321 in seconds of year changing- yelled happily “HAPPY NEW YEAR” and kissed each other cheeks.
[ he was there. with me, with us... ]