It’s an exotically happy experience to see and hug my classmates’ newborn babies.

I visited my best friends in junior school today, who have recently given birth to the little piglets, so- called because I guess this is the more than appropriate way I’d like to call them, such adorable angels.

They both wide opened their eyes and boldly observed me, the stranger, with a curious and pure look. Sometimes they buried their faces in their mama’s shoulder, shy and timid. And for a while they again turned their faces to me and looked into my eyes, and if they charmingly smiled at me, I, at the very moment, was electrolyzed, nearly, though in the sense of chemistry, it’s horrible to be electrolyzed. I tried to hold them in arms with the help from their mama, but I find it’s hard to control my muscles for I was afraid to cause them pain or otherwise drop them down. When they fell asleep, they made me feel jealous for their heart-and-soul sleep, care-free and snoring.

You know, it’s quite a special feeling when you see the offsprings of your friends. Exactly 14 years ago we began our life-long friendship, which we all hope to be, as junior school classmates, and 14 fourteen years later, the new generation booms, and in the foreseeable future, another 14 years later, the newborns will definitely grow to the same age for the junior schooling, as we did 14 years ago. This is the feeling I’ve never ever had before. Isn’t it the cycle of life?

It occurred to me the famous lines in Forrest Gump: “Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're going to get." Just for the unpredictability of life, we are all willing to experience it, whether sweet or bitter, we never lose hope for the next piece of “chocolate”, which is enticing and beckoning ahead. Only if we taste it, can we really own it, and enjoy it.