Today was the birthday of my mom and I decided to go out to buy the necessary materails for the cake. I went upstairs and changed my clothes. I reached into my pocket and found a piece of paper. It had an address writtn on it…
I took the paper and read it. There was a place as close as her eyes, but it was so far away that she wanted to access the sky. she called me to near, but she didn’t know that I wasn’t as brave as Chuck Yeager or as cowardly as a sparrow bird to go to her. I looked at the paper again. I felt drawn in. The sun was just setting when I looked up. Then I felt a warm hug on my back when I saw the sun’s rays reflected in the sea. And she whispered to my ear: “Turn your face towards the sun, let the shadows fall behind you.”
When I turned my face to her, the grains of sand flew in the air. I was greeted by a dance of sand grains flying in the air in the middle of the Sahara Desert. The particles were seizing every single point of my body. When I was completely in the dark, I saw a beam of light around me. When I looked, there were many diamonds, large and small, hanging in this dark void. It was as clean and bright as a guide, but bright enough to be blind.
I tried to reach for one of them. With my touch, they all fell into an endless void. Is that supposed to be it? Why should it be so painful for a person not to achieve what he/she considers valuable? They didn’t say for nothing, “This is what life is like…”, sentences that start like this have always ended in frustration… The thoughts confused me so much that I realized that I had forgotten to buy milk to make a cake. I quickly went to the store and bought the milk. Today was my mother’s birthday and I have to make her favorite cake. After receiving the milk, I went to the kitchen and took out the necessary ingredients, prepared the cake, and then put it in the oven. Faced with my father’s sad eyes, I heard these words. “My child, your mother died 2 years ago…”