The Secret in My Son's Phone

I never imagined that a simple phone repair would completely upend my life. That evening, when Zhou Hao handed me the phone, the screen was shattered like a spiderweb. "Mom, can you take a look? I need it tomorrow." His seventeen-year-old face wore that familiar, slightly apologetic smile, his eyes slightly downturned, just like his father's. "Fall again? This is the third one this year." I sighed, taking the phone, my fingertips touching the cold, cracked glass. As a single mother, I was already used to dealing with all sorts of unexpected situations—from broken toys to...