When I was a little girl growing up we didn't do much for Easter. More like nothing, actually. Not that we didn't want to. Us kids wanted to, it was just that my 媽媽 and 爸爸 didn't really know how to celebrate a lot of these western holidays. But I remember so clearly that one year when my parents somehow miraculously brought home these beautiful boxes of decorated chocolate Easter eggs, one for each of us girls.
That Easter egg, in my memory, has got to be one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen in my life up to that point (and probably well beyond.) I stared and stared at that amazing, delicate, beautiful Easter egg for probably a month, not even daring to open the box and eat it. I can't remember what eventually happened to that egg. I only remember being in love...
