When Lin Zhiwei was twenty-four years old, she received two gifts: a termination letter from HR and three months of life.
She didn't tell anyone. I quit the rental house in the city and moved into the top floor of the old community, planning to disappear quietly. Until a stray cat broke into her life, until her mother appeared at the entrance of the corridor carrying a snakeskin bag.
The mother who only asked for money and said "your brother" since childhood, the home that made her swear never to return, suddenly changed when her life was counting down.
"I'm not leaving. You are here, where should I go?"
But she ran out of time.
This is a story about farewell. Not all goodbyes come in time, but some love will catch up with you at the last moment.
——Three months, a cat, and a late reconciliation between mother and daughter.
