20yearsago,Isatonthestairsandlookedatthepeoplewalkingaroundinthecourtyardwithablankstare.Ithoughtofmymothersaying:thisistooold,pleasewearitforme,andIwillbuyyouabrightsilkscarf.Iwentintotheroomandtookoutthelongsilkscarvesoftheyellowflowers,andIcreptovertothepillowofmymother.Motherlaytherewithoutanyexpression.Ireallywanttohearanotherwordfrommymothermasterofbusinessadministrationhongkong.Thewillowisflying,theskyinAprilisallright.Theskyisblue,thewindissoft,thespringisthick.Buttimeisstagnant,Ihavelostmymother.Niangthiswalkis20years.Afteralltheseyears,niangseldomentermydream.Untilmysonwasthreeyearsold.Itwasthreeo&39;clockinthemorningvirtualofficemongkok,andhissonwasasleep.Ilaidmysonlightlytobed,andmyson&39;scoughroseagain.Ithasbeendays,registration,diagnosis,medicine,coughbutnoimprovement.Lookingatmyson&39;sredface,Istayedupallnight.Strangetosay,wheneverIputmythree-year-oldsoninhisarms,hiscoughwouldstop.Astheeastgrewwhite,drowsinesscameagain.Icouldn&39;tkeepmyeyesopen.Iwasabouttogetupinadaze,andIsawafigurecoming.Mom!IwaspleasantlysurprisedMassageCushion.Themothersmiled,motionedformetostaystill,andthenwentroundtotheothersideofthebedandpickedupmyson...Daybreak,soncough.Mom!Ifyouloveme,whyshouldyouabandonme?WhenIdidn&39;thavetimetocry,andIdidn&39;thavetimetofigureoutwhatwasgoingon,youdisappearedfrommylife.WhenIthoughtyouwouldabandonme,regardlessofmytime,youwalkedintomydream,letmefeelyourreluctanceandlove.Mom,ifIcan,Iwouldliketousemy10yearsoflifetochangeyoutowakeup,letusrenewthemotheranddaughter,letmebeabletoaccompanyyouslowlygrowold.
