I chatted with my child for a while, took some time to see my students, and also met some old friends. I told them that I've been too busy lately, but my child has handled everything very well and has already transformed.

This must be happiness, this must be beauty, right?

Is everything truly wonderful when it's supposedly on the right track?

I never knew all of this.

As time went by, I woke up this time, more than a month later. I told the children that I wanted to go on a study tour, and they understood. The experiment had reached a bottleneck, and this was the most suitable course of action.

I wrote many, many more letters, and many other things. The glass lilies I planted myself were more dazzling than those in the area. The night-blooming jasmine I mined myself emitted a special, bright glow at night. The sound clusters I collected myself seemed to hold the aura of thunder and lightning. Everything I left behind with love...

All of this is the most beautiful part, all of this is the part where I tried my best. I also prepared some dandelion seeds, carrying the scent of the wind, as if the wind's domain would fill everything with the beauty of the wind...

"Mom, which country are you going to tomorrow?"

"Hmm... Mom's first trip will be to Liyue, then Mondstadt, and she'll also try to go to Nata. Maybe she'll use a special method to get to that island nation."

They spoke with an expectant tone about what might happen.

"What should I do if I miss my mom? Like, I keep thinking about why she hasn't woken up yet, why she can't be by my side, why she can't eat with me, why she can't touch my head and say, 'Wow, my child is amazing,' why can't she..."

"..." The abrupt halt in her words confirmed her understanding of her own loss of composure. The moment she was no longer a child meant that even her supposedly loving displays of affection needed to be interpreted with an additional meaning—this was inappropriate, this was wrong, this was painful...

"I'm sorry, Mom. I lost my temper. I shouldn't have taken it out on innocent people. It wasn't your fault; you were just..."

"I'm sorry." These words disrupted everything that followed. They stunned the other person, who then turned her head away like a child. Her tears didn't fall; she just remained painfully quiet and calm, as if nothing had happened.

Why did Mom apologize?

"Because Mom made you feel lonely, Mom thought you already had your own happiness and wouldn't depend on Mom anymore, but she forgot that love is always better the more you have, and she forgot that love is inherently intertwined..."

The more love you have, the better. Even the slightest reduction in the happiness you already possess can cause pain.

"I am a greedy child. My mother is willing to spoil me, accompany me, and stay with me. I am a very happy child. I have never experienced my parents' scolding like other children, and I have never struggled in the abyss of pain from the beginning like other children."

Children who are overly pampered forget the world. They realize that life doesn't revolve around them. Being able to understand others' pain and empathize with those who are suffering is a privilege reserved for children who are already experiencing pain. Only by going through similar hardships can they truly understand others' feelings from their perspective.

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