Chapter 1
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That winter, in the dark room, my mother's eyes were closed, and her limbs were spread out on the eerie bed.
She was wearing the most solemn clothes, and her face was horribly pale. Her beautiful eyes were tightly closed, and her body was cold. She didn't move at all.
My father sat next to her, his face buried in her already cold hands, and his whole body trembled.
My grandmother held my hand tightly, and she was also crying.
After a while, I heard my father call me with a very hoarse voice:
"Daiyu, come here. Say goodbye to your mother. "
I knew this was called "death". I knew my mother would never wake up.
I was scared. Inexplicably, I refused to move.
"Come here … Daiyu."
I was so scared that I cried.
My father didn't call me again.
That night, I cried the whole time. I didn't know if it was fear or sadness. Until I fainted from crying.
I don't remember much about what happened after that.
I had a serious illness.
When I recovered, my mother was going to be buried.
That day, it was snowing. My father carried me, who was still weak, and stood in front of the big pit.
All the family members came.
Even my uncle is here.
The snow fell on us.
No one held an umbrella. My father just covered me with a cloak.
The dark coffin stopped in the big pit, and my mother was lying in it.
Next to it stood a man with a shovel.
They looked at my father cautiously.
We stood there for a long time.
The coffin was slowly covered with a layer of snow. It became white.
Finally, my father nodded painfully.
So he sprinkled soil inside.
The pure white snow and the pitch-black coffin were buried together.
I looked at this scene, stunned. Suddenly, I knew why I didn't go up to say goodbye to my mother that day:
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