I had a weird dream last night after he told me that he was very sad and almost cried when he read the news about four young kids who died in a fire. I dreamt that I was expecting, and suddenly my stomach hurt so much that I needed to go to the hospital. There, the doctor tried his best to comfort me, but I knew something had happened. The tiny little life in my womb was gone. I was very sad and tears rolled down my face. I was alone.

Life is tough and unpredictable. We never know what will happen next, so take good care of yourself and those around you, I told him.

I am grateful that my two little ones are with me everyday, although most of the time, they make me mad. Although I scold them badly sometimes, I know that one day, if they were to live outside of my world, how lonely and sad I would be. I love them so much.

I wonder what I will hear 20 years from now, when they are hanging around with their friends, talking about their parents? Will they call me a kind hearted, caring mom, or will their words be scary for me to hear?

How about you? Do you want them to describe you as a father that they truly respected, or will they be just speechless on that?

We have to decide today, not 20 years from now.