A lonely old woman lives in the corner of the community. Usually, she stays at home and occasionally goes out. Only her own shadow accompanies her. That single figure looked like it had been forgotten by the whole world.
Long ago, old women were not like this. At that time, she and her son depended on each other. The son does not have a fixed job, so he is looking for work with a hammer, but he is very filial, and their lives are plain but content.
She remembered that in order to supplement her nutrition, her son would get up early every morning before going out, go across the street, and give her a cup of hot milk.
Every time she wakes up, she can see the thermos cup beside the bed and the filial piety of her son. The heat that curled around the rim of the cup made her feel that she was really blessed to have such a good son.
Unfortunately, the good times did not last long.
Suddenly one day, her son had an accident outside and never came back.
There are no dead bodies.
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The police came to find her. From the police, she vaguely knew what occupation her son was engaged in, and the nature of that occupation was similar to the underworld. It turned out that his son had been begging for life on the cutting edge.
After knowing the truth, she didn’t blame her son at all, but felt even more sad. Because she knew that the purpose of her son’s doing this had nothing to do with evil, he just went the wrong way for a while.
During the time when her son left her, she didn’t drink milk, and she washed her face with tears every day.
Even so, she has always believed that her son is not dead and will come back to her one day. So she has been stubbornly refusing to move away.
During those unprecedentedly bleak days, her mental state quickly languished. Everyone who met her felt that this old woman might not be able to get her next breath. However, she has persisted.
Recently, her spirit has changed suddenly and she has started to greet people actively, and occasionally she can see a smile on her face.
That was when she was talking about her son.
She smiled and held the thermos cup tightly in her hand. Everyone said that her son was back, “I don’t believe it. Look at the milk in my hand. I called.”
Everyone who heard this shook their heads and left.
The only person who knows the truth about the whole thing is the owner of the milk shop across the street.
Every morning, before dawn, his first customer will visit on time.
This customer, always staggering, handed a cup with trembling fingers, and beat a cup of hot milk.
The boss asked her why she did this.
She smiled and replied: “Called my mother.”
When she said this, she looked exactly like It’s another person.