What can I leave for ones I love?

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I’m always asking myself,“What can I leave for ones I love?” When I was a child,there existed a game only between my Mom and me.I called it finding Mom’s messages left for me. It was a bright morning,the first message I found was lying on a dining table,patiently waiting for my notice.The words on it were quite simple,just “I’m on my way to work,”and noted“Do not be naughty.” All right,I have to admit parts of the words are reasonable. After that day,I could often find the messages my Mom left for me on the dining table,tea table,or on the doors.The messages was nothing more than having meals at regular hours,taking care to dress and keeping healthy,reminding me of my homework or something like that.I was always glad to read the last words on the messages.They were always saying,“Love,Mom.” A gust of happiness swept through me. The small action is one of the best memories she gives me for my childhood,or for my life.Maybe I have mentioned that before I have spent a very lonely childhood.My mom was always busy in work.She often left home before I wake up and came back home after I had fallen asleep.Even my dad often stayed away from home for several months.The most common thing that I did then was waiting them back,alone.Truth to tell,Mom’s messages gave me tremendous courage to fight against the empty house and varies of ghosts or any bad guys I imagined the whole day. In the late of 90s and the beginning of the new century,I guess it was a period that most of us didn’t have a cellphone.The only way that my Mom left a message for me was writing a note.My Mom’s handwriting is always graceful,which cultivated one of my interests then,coping her handwriting and trying to make mine was as beautiful as hers.I could even feel her temperature when I touched the messages. Leaving a message for families before we leave has become one of my family’s habits.Even in the electronic age,we can tell each other through telephone,we still keep it well.Until I am in university,these messages my mother left fades away from my life.Instead of it,we are often talking through the phone,QQ message,through these cold technology.I miss these days the messages she left for me and the temperature on the messages.When I take out the messages and read them.The paper has touched her hands is in mine,I can feel connected to her. It seems that everything in the world is paperless now,some of our best conversations just happens upon a screen or our smart phones.To save time,we have learned to write emails rather than letters.We have learned to diary our pain onto QQ or micro blog,and we speak quickly in 140 characters or less.We may have hundreds of calls a day but it’s surprised we don’t have even single one letter or message.But why give up all habits for new?Why can’t we have letter-writing and email exchange in our lives? What can we leave for the ones we love?Not a financial one.The value for things with a personal touch.An autograph book,a soul-searching letter or simple messages.Buy beautiful paper and write a beautiful letter to our families,our friends,our dates,someone we love.We actually may start a revolution.