To Ethan (Superstar)

Dear Ethan,

I had a rough day at work few days ago. When I got home, it was a very special parcel laid on my desk that had my dull mind lightened back up.

This was from Josephine. In fact, we were not very close though we were working together at the radio station back in Hong Kong for quite some time. The only explanation is your mother was not a very friendly person, too much attitude, too thorny to get close to. You think it's cool to act like that when you are young. But when you look back as you get old, you will come to realize how many wonderful persons out there you have turned away for your stupid attitude.

Josephine wrote me a postcard too. By the time you read this, you may want to ask me what is a postcard. And I completely anticipate this question from you. Cause even nowadays, people don't write at all. They blog, email, tweet...... Only ancient people like us still pick up a pen to write with hands, and enjoy the warmth of it. She also reminded me we've known each other for over 10 years. And I completely feel bad about it. Over those years when we were within the same building, seeing each other, we barely talked.

Funny things happened after I have you and put you on internet. People stop by, read about you and leave me notes. I believe they are all confused why such a mean person like me would ever deserve to have you. It includes some of them whom I know personally, but not close. They initiate talks, ask me about you, share their lives with me, send you gifts.....and suddenly we've become friends again. Like Josephine.

The whole situation made me come to a conclusion: you don't have to be a nice person to make friends. But you have to give birth to a superstar.

Josephine mailed you this chic little back pack (and tons of kitchen gadgets  for me to make you food) of which I adore at first sight. I didn't realize how girly it was until I put it on you. And I completely understand cause apparently she, just like me, is still having difficulty figuring out if you are really a boy.

Love,

Mommy