I can't put a finger on how I have learnt Cantonese.
Maybe it'd like learning how to love, you just learnt it unknowingly and when people ask, "what is love?" You can hardly explain.

This like when people ask how did I pick up Cantonese, I can't explain as well. It just is an explicit part of me and I and so grateful for it because it is the bond I share with my family.

When I converse with them, I feel like I'm in an exclusive world with them. Just like an impregnable barrier.

Although I might not be very proficient at it, I try.
I know I'm not perfect, but I still want to try.

I can't put a finger on a lot of things, but I guess I don't have to.
All that I need is to believe and to continue loving.
They taught me, not cantonese, but the language of love.

I'm just feel kind of sorry that all they've got is this weird, detached and fickle-minded child.
#ilovemyfamily.

it matters not who I am but who I want to be.

till next time.