The pear tree was planted by his mother-in-law.
He was only four years old when his mother-in-law left.
I still can't remember her face, I just remember her saying: "Aci, this tree is blooming, just think of it as my mother coming to see you."
The pear blossoms bloomed and fell year after year, so he stayed quietly under the tree year after year, sitting alone year after year.
She thought she could go home as long as she survived long enough.
Later she learned that there were places where once you entered, you could not get out.
That day, the pear blossom fell on his shoulder and also on her palm.
Later, she saved enough money, packed her bags, and prepared to leave the place that had trapped her for three years.
But he held her wrist tightly.
"Don't leave."
She asked him why.
He was silent for a long time, so long that pear blossoms fell all over their shoulders.
"Because, finally, someone came to look at that pear tree with me."
