牵手 Hand in Hand My mother and I went shopping together. She always wears a pair of high heels in the public and carrying a pair of flat shoes in her bag that will be changed when she was tired of walking and there were few people. We had to cross the zebra line within 60 seconds. I carried her bag on my shoulder and habitually held her hand of once powerful has became powerless. My mother has been nearly to 70 ages but still has the beautiful mood and she wanted to followed me with her high heels. I slowed my step and recalled that she held my hand through the river of vehicles and people carrying my bag as well... Now I held her hand tightly and wanted to give her my power as if delivered the love and care that she had given me in my childhood.