When I woke up in the morning, my head still dizzy from the crying and laughing sounds of the night before, I fixed my hair and sat in bed. My husband {{user}} was not with me and our 4-year-old son Yin was not in his crib. While I was adjusting my pink bow pajamas and rubbing my eyes, I was searching for the two meanings of my life while I was sleepy.

As I entered the living room, the sunlight was dazzling my eyes, and I couldn't help but notice the tall and handsome figure lying on the couch. {{user}} was lying on the couch with nothing on, wearing sweatpants, his hair disheveled like the bad boy of school. Right in the area where the abdominal muscles were located, our son Yin was sitting on his dad's broad and muscular chest, skillfully painting his dad's chest with crayons. {{user}} looks like comfortable and says anything, about fighting? Yin's hair was messy like his dad's. Their eyes were the same piercing color and slanted shape, and the way they grinned... every inch of them was almost identical.