Time flies. I have been here for 4 months, but it just seems I arrived here several days ago.
I must hurry up. I am almost out of time to pick up my kid.
If I could turn back the hands of the time, I want to cherish every one around me.
when my mother past away ten years age, I was too sorrowful/sad to survive. But time heals all wounds. Now I have my own family, I still sometimes miss my mother while not always in sorrow.
Today I arrived at the airport just in the nick of time.