In the morning, I stepped out into the garden. My little girl followed me. She picked a flower petal of bitter melon and set up her hair. She asked me: Mommy, What‘s smell of flowers’ s bitter melon? I kissed up her hair and breathed a deep breath. I smelled the bitter taste of a drug and sweet taste of cake. My little girl shouted: Yeah! I smelled it, it was like a smell of a cake.

I caressed her hair and smiled.

Was life a combination of sweetness and bitterness?...