Chapter Four – Continuation of Life
It’s been a week since I got in Long’s home. Tonight, Long’s mother came back late and said she had her hair done. Shortly after dinner, a rapid phone rang. It was a WeChat voice call from her sister in Beijing. I heard Long’s mother was immediately panicked and kept asking “how is Mom now?” She started crying, crying without stop when she heard her Mom’s heart stopped beating. For a while, she turned on the computer and started booking tickets. I kept meowing on the edge of the chair, trying to tell her not to be sad that life will continue. I may be her continuation and god sent me here for her, look me in the eyes! Long’s Mom didn’t seem to notice me, so I jumped on the table and put my face close to her, look at me! She seemed to calm down a bit although the tears kept on falling all over her face. The next day she flied to Beijing for her mother’s funeral.
I had a dream or seems it’s a dream of Long’s mother – she came out of the hair salon that day and saw two little kids, one in black and one in white, walking in front of her and led her to a far away place. It’s a cloudy, windy and dark afternoon. She waited at the bus stop, but no bus coming. She continued to walk and passed a restaurant and in there it was very noisy. She went upstairs, there were two cats jokingly running on the stairs. All the people in the restaurant had pale and colorless faces, she felt like they were in the underworld. She hurriedly exited, and ran to the street, planning to get a taxi to go home as soon as possible. A taxi stopped in front of her, but the driver kept saying, no, no I couldn’t go to Yuyuantan where is where her home is. The sky was getting darker and dusty, and the swish cold wind kept pouring into her neck and she couldn’t help pulling the collar of her coat. Beijing is really cold. When she finally got home. She looked to the right where a balcony is as soon as she entered the door. She saw her mother standing there watching this way directly at the her. She ran over immediately to the balcony, opened the door and saw her mother slowly rising up, so she hurried to hold her hand, but only touched her fingers. She reached high and tried to grab her feet, but too late, her mother flew out of the window, higher and higher then disappeared. She burst into tears, cried aloud and then woke up. Tears are still flowing. She missed her mother so much, it’s hurting, really hurt to the deep of her heart. It’s December 2015, the worse Christmas she ever had.
