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Albert recalls the past, looking for answers to the doubts buried in his mind for a long time… The answer is like an exit in a hole where it's easy to get lost, giving Albert spiritual solace.
- by Bruno van der Kraan
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- Incomplete letter from Albert's mom.
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The 41-year-old Albert sits in a rocking chair by the window, he gets lost in thought as he watches his wife watching an animated movie with their 8-year-old daughter, and then slowly opens that window…
“Get up! Set your alarm clock from now on. I won’t call you anymore!” His mother yells angrily. Albert opens his eyes and sees the snow outside the window. He is aware that he has returned to the winter when his mother’s temperament changed drastically, the winter when he was sent to the orphanage.
Albert’s father passed away before he could remember, Albert and his mother had always been dependent on each other. His mother was always very gentle with Albert and patiently taught him everything.
It wasn’t until the winter of his eighth year that his mother became grumpy. She not only lost her patience but forced Albert to do things he had never done before, such as going to the supermarket alone to buy necessities, cooking for them, and cleaning the entire house ... Albert began to hate his mother, he hated the way she forced him to do things he didn’t like, he hated the serious expression she always wore, he hated the way she nagged him over and over again.
He always thought that the purpose of his mother’s behavior was to make him hate her, she must have formed a new family and tried to find a reason to abandon him. Until he became a father himself, he began to wonder if his mother had really abandoned him for her own well-being?
“If you don’t want to be late for school, get up and make breakfast yourself." The familiar command rings out again. Albert looks at his mother in front of him and feels that she is thinner than he remembers, but the serious face discourages his compassion.
Albert steps into the kitchen and begins to make the sandwich, which is the first food his mother taught him to make. He realizes that his head is just above the stove, so he uses the white stool placed in the kitchen to pad his feet, as his mother had told him earlier. He skillfully places the pan on the stove top in preparation for frying the eggs. After a while, he put his hand into the pan to test the temperature.
“Hey, are you crazy? Just put the oil in and start frying the egg” His mother’s warning sounds.
Albert has long been used to such a sound and he ignores it. When he is about to get the oil he forgets he is on the stool and accidentally falls down.
“How many times have I told you to be more careful in what you do, get up and keep cooking!" He definitely doesn’t cry like he did when he was a child. He glances over at his mother to see her reaction. His mother’s hands are still on her chest, but her body, which was previously leaning against the doorframe, is upright. Strangely enough, Albert sees concern in his mother's frowning face...
Albert does not go to school, he knows that his mother will go to work every day, he wants to take the opportunity to sneak into his mother’s bedroom and explore her secrets. But before he reaches the bedroom, his eyes are drawn to his mother’s handbag on the living room sofa. He never searched that bag because his mother said that opening someone’s bag without their consent is a thief. This time, he opens the bag. A balled-up scrap of paper catches his eyes, Albert curiously unrolls it, and the text on it brings tears to the eyes of this man in his 40s “Diagnosis: Stomach cancer”. There is also a folded piece of paper in the bag with an unfinished letter.
Suddenly, Albert hears the sound of the key opening the door, he puts the paper back and hides behind the couch. He bites his sleeve, afraid that he will cry out. He realizes that he never lacked his mother’s love, she loved him so much until the end of her life.
Albert carefully pokes his head out and looks at his mother’s back as she leaves, he weeps and then smiles.
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- A Mother's Love by Jim Brickman
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- by alexandre saraiva carniato
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The 33-year-old Daniel sits in his wheelchair, he gazes down at that handicapped leg and slowly opens the window...
The summer breeze blows across Daniel’s face, the sun shines warmly on him as he sits by the window. Daniel realizes he has gone back to the summer he graduated from high school, the summer he left behind with regrets.
Daniel looks excitedly at his right leg, he cautiously stretches it. It is a strange feeling, but it feels like the void in his heart is being filled, a feeling of comfort and freedom. Daniel braces his hands on the table and his left foot on the floor as he carefully stands up. He slowly lowers his slightly dangling right foot and takes a few bumpy steps, in search of the feeling of walking before disability.
“Hey Daniel, how did the test go?” Benjamin runs up and puts a hand on Daniel’s shoulder. “Anyway, we agreed to play soccer together, so go home and change your shoes. I’ll see you on the playground!” Benjamin walks out of the classroom.
Daniel doesn’t have time to refuse - in fact, he is afraid of going home because he knows what will happen on the way home: he will encounter a group of young gangsters bullying a thin junior high school student, his justice will make him to help without hesitation. But he underestimates the strength and ferocity of the gangsters, his right leg is disabled because he is hit by iron sticks. He has to waste his youth in a wheelchair, he has to give up his soccer dream, he has to become a burden to his family, he has to... Thinking about it, Daniel falls back into self-recrimination, despite having had this moment countless times over the years.
Daniel’s thoughts are interrupted by the sudden ringing of the bell. He glances at the clock hanging on the classroom wall and realizes that it is already 4:00, which means that the unfortunate boy is about to suffer from severe beatings. Kind-hearted Daniel knows the pain of losing a leg, he fears that a child much younger and thinner than himself will endure more harm, and that he may suffer not just disability but death.
Daniel anxiously pats his pants and shirt pockets to see where his cell phone is, he pulls out his cell phone and dials 911, accurately states the location of that path, and then rushes out of the classroom.
Because he has not run for a long time, he forgets the posture and feeling of running, and almost falls down several times. But seeing the crowded traffic after school, he runs as hard as he can because he fears the police will be late.
Daniel stops at the corner where he enters the path, still a little too late, the punks have run out of patience and begin to commit violence against the boy.
Daniel hesitates, afraid that his tragedy will happen again.
Listening to that boy’s moans and watching the cold iron bar hit the boy’s body again and again, good-natured Daniel cannot make no efforts to save someone whose life is threatened.
He steps forward, but not as impulsively as before, not swinging directly at the punk as he did in the past.
“Hey, why are you guys bullying my brother?" Daniel attempts to say something to stall for time.
"You’re this poor kid’s brother? do you know he owes us protection money?” A punk in a gray hoodie holds an iron stick and points it in the direction of where Daniel is.
“Oh, I’m really sorry, our mom didn’t give him much money, how much? I can pay you.’’
“500, hurry up!”
“No problem, let me get my wallet”, Daniel puts down his backpack and pretends to be looking for it, but in fact he does not have that much money at all. He takes out some loose bills and counts them one by one, stalling for time.
“Kid, you better hurry up!" One of the punks says this while pointing an iron bar at the shivering boy. Daniel knows that punks are impatient, and he puts on his backpack and steps in front of the boy. The punks make sense of the situation and hit Daniel several times in quick succession, but they hit his backpack at first, and then start attacking his legs.
Daniel feels some pain, but not as much as before. Not long after, the sound of sirens comes to his ears.
At that moment, Daniel understands that if he could start over, he would still choose to save the boy, otherwise he would suffer the condemnation of his mind, it is also a guilt that would torment him for the rest of his life.
Seeing that the rescued boy keeps thanking him, Daniel smiles because he has not only saved a life, but also a family.
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Although it has been two years since Jingyi’s grandmother passed away due to a sudden heart attack, the weight of this regret has not diminished in her mind at all.
She regrets that she chose to go to graduate school abroad, reducing the time she had to spend with her grandmother and not having the opportunity to be with her in her final days.
Jingyi’s eyes are red, and with that regret, she gently opens that window...
The sound of stir-frying in the kitchen rings out. Jingyi rubs her eyes blurred by tears and notices that the window has turned into a brown wooden window with some dust on it. A thin layer of snow has accumulated on the ground outside the window, the courtyard door is open, with the Spring Festival couplets already pasted on it. She realizes that she has returned to that memorable Spring Festival, as it was the last one she spent with her grandmother.
“Why are you standing by the window? Go outside the kitchen. Be careful of getting burned!” A familiar voice comes from behind. Jingyi turns around excitedly and sees her grandmother skillfully stirring the ground meat in the pan. Perhaps because she has not seen her grandmother for so long, she looks even older. She is very thin, hunched over, and her hair has mostly turned white.
Jingyi strides towards her grandmother, bends down slightly, hugs her grandmother tightly and leans her head gently on the left shoulder. She cannot help crying, tears wet her grandmother’s red cotton jacket.
“Hey, my darling, why are you crying, are you okay?”
“No no..., don’t worry, I just miss you too much!” Jingyi replies.
Jingyi tries to restrain her emotions because her grandmother has a heart disease, and she is afraid of making her grandmother nervous. However, Jingyi’s hands uncontrollably hold tighter, she fears that grandma will leave again…
During the dinner, her grandmother brings up the matter of Jingyi’s upcoming study abroad.
“Jingyi, how is the luggage prepared? You are going abroad alone, you must take care, your health is most important. Do not be stressed, tell us if you encounter any difficulties.” Before each trip abroad, her grandmother always repeats her instructions many times, and Jingyi feels regret and shame when she recalls her perfunctory answers that year.
Jingyi looks at her grandmother, squeezes out a smile and says to her grandmother, “Nanny, I'm not going abroad this year, you are not well, I want to stay and take care of you.”
Grandma waves her right hand with the spoon, swallows the food in her mouth anxiously, and said, “I am in good health, you do not need to worry at all. You have prepared for studying abroad for so long, you must go!”
Jingyi knows her grandma’s reluctance as she always has tears in her eyes when it comes to farewell. She doesn’t expect her grandma to refuse so quickly and firmly.
Jingyi looks at her grandma’s wrinkled face and sincere eyes, and tears well up in her eyes once again.
Jingyi realizes that perhaps the ending cannot be changed at all, and that complying with her grandma's wishes to study abroad may be the right choice, because she left without any burden or guilt in her mind. She felt delighted and satisfied when she saw that her granddaughter, whom she took care of, had gotten into a good university and had a promising future. Thinking of this, Jingyi’s inner pain is relieved, she dries her tears and hurriedly reassures her grandmother “Alright nanny, don’t worry, I will go, I will also try to fulfill my dream!"
Grandma smiles, a proud and contented smile. Jingyi also smiles, she doesn’t want to do anything, just wants to accompany her grandmother to enjoy this last Spring Festival…
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- Supermarket Flowers by Ed Sheeran
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