My mother was the only contact on the old flip phone she gave me.
For ten years, I sent her countless messages, but they all sank without a trace.
I cut off all contact with my family, but fortunately, it allowed me to concentrate on my studies.
That day, I was experimenting in the lab.
My phone suddenly vibrated. It was my mother!
My fingers trembled as I clicked into the message, only to see—
[Mom is dead.]
[She said she wouldn't let you come back.]
[You can call me at 10 p.m. if you have any questions.]
I froze on the spot.
My impression of my mother was still from that night four years ago.
Her face in my mind was already blurred.
I only remembered she waved at me with a smile and tears in her eyes, urging me to run fast.
