A feast once a month

I am the only son and grew up with my parents. The oldest memory is when I was 2 years old. I remembered that I waited for my parents in front of a black and white TV until after dark. And when they come home, they yelled at each other and wrestled wildly. I remember holding onto my father’s leg while I cried.

When I started working, my family have lived separately and also our hearts were separated.

In 1990, I was saved. In 1992, my mother got baptized. In 1999, my father was born again. Right now, we live peacefully in a double household house.

4 of us decided to eat out together every month from Jan. 2010. In July, we went to a revolving sushi restaurant at the request of my father. This photo is a back shot of my parents after eating out.

Nightmare memories left and God’s kingdom came. A little meal is a joy like a feast for a peaceful family.

Proverb 17:1