She picked up six months worth of bottles. Every time I pick one up, I say in my heart: Mom, look, I picked up another one. Those bottles don't cost much, but the empty space seems to be filled a little bit.
She thought this would be it for the rest of her life. Raise the children alone, pay the mortgage alone, and survive those sleepless nights alone.
Until late that night, she bent down to pick up a pulsating bottle and looked up - there was a person standing under the street lamp.
The first love fifteen years ago, the passerby fifteen years later. He didn't ask anything, just walked over and gently took her into his arms.
"I will take care of you from now on."
She didn't say anything, just buried her face in his shoulder.
This burial lasts a lifetime. It turns out that in this world, all the waiting will be answered.
