I thought that traveling back in time was to rewrite a period of regret and rush to a youthful joy for my mother.
But in the fireworks of the old days, I saw the tenderness hidden behind the indifference, and untied the knot that had been entangled for many years.
Those unspoken concerns, those misunderstood sincerities, those encounters and partings in time will eventually return to peace in the evening breeze.
Purpose: Growth is never about forcibly rewriting destiny