Dear Sushi,

You are barely 8, and recently you declared “ladies’ washroom no more!” It is bittersweet to watch you grow up.

This is you, a few days ago, where you had your very first pop treat. You first thought it was beer. You were surprised Mommy let you in on such treat.

At a bookstore in Quebec, I asked you to pick something you like. History shows you are mostly likely to pick a book. But this time you picked Yoshi. I was cringing deep inside hoping you’ll change your mind. You did not. It was a sweet reminder to Mum that you are still a child.

I wish you’ll stay like this forever.

XOXO,
Mom