Twenty-One Years After My Mother Died

(First person ~ short story to kill time) My name is Yuan Tingyu. This name was given to me by my mother, which means graceful and graceful. My mother left me forever when I was four years old! I was too young to understand what never came back. In the next twenty-one years, I tried hard to keep my mother's presence. I loved her favorite camellias and her favorite white chocolate. Every spring, summer, autumn and winter I will walk the path she walked over and over again, My mother was only twenty-five when she died, and I was also twenty-five when I died. I stood on the top of the tallest building and looked down. When the raindrops fall gently on the camellias, the camellias and I return to the earth together... Purpose: Cherish life