Hua elementary school the first day, he and I holding hands through a few blocks, to Victoria primary school. In early September, every family of Apple and pear trees in the yard dripping with fruit the size of a fist, branches into sagging because of the weight, the more out of the hedges, hair to passers-by.
Lots and lots of kids, waiting first class rings in the playground. Little hands, in the hands of MOM and Dad ‘s, shy shy eyes, looked around. They are graduates of kindergarten, but they still do not know what a law graduate of a thing, is always another thing opens.
The bell rang, he figures jumbled, Ben go off in different directions, but in the shuttle in the tumultuous crowd, I very clearly look at your child’s back, as if in 100 babies crying loudly at the same time, you are still able to accurately hear their one location. Huaan carrying a colorful bag to move, but he kept turning back; seems to cross an endless river of time and space, his gaze and I stare across the empty intersection.
I watched him skinny disappeared inside the door.
Age of 16, he went to United States for Exchange students a year. I’ll take him to the airport. Farewell, as usual, hugs, my head is only affixed to his chest, as if clinging to the Giraffe’s feet. He is obviously reluctant to endure his mother’s affection.
In his long, waiting for Passport inspection; I was standing outside, followed him with his eyes moved back an inch an inch farther. Finally his turn, customs window stop for a minute, and then get the passport back, splash into a door, striking quickly disappeared.
I’ve been waiting, waiting for him to disappear before turning back at a glance. But he didn’t, not once.
Now he is 21 years old, went to University, just what I teach college. But even the same way, he didn’t want to ride in my car. Even if the car with his radio-only one person can listen to music, is a closed door. Sometimes he’s on the street waiting for the bus, I looked down from a high-rise window: a tall, thin young man, his eyes looking toward the grey sea, and I can only imagine his inner world, and I like the waves of deep, but I don’t get it. While the bus came, stood in his presence. Car drive away, an empty Street, stands a mailbox.
I slowly and slowly realized, the so-called father-daughter mother and child, simply means, his fate is forever and you continue to see the back of his head drifting away. You stand on this side of the path, watching him faded at the turn of the path, and he tells you at the back: No.
I slowly and slowly come to realize that, I’m lonely, and another back-related.
Doctoral degree after reading it, I went back to Taiwan to teach. Report to the University for the first day, father with his delivery of feed cheap pickup trucks long ride. I realized he didn’t drive to university entrance, but stopped at the narrow side of the side door. After unpacking, he climbed back in the car, ready to go back, start the engine, and rolled down the window, head out and said, “daughter, Dad felt very sorry for you, this car is not the car bringing University professors. ”
I carefully watched his van into reverse, putt-putt then pulled out of the alley, leaving a cloud of black smoke. Turn until the car was out of sight, I stood there, next to a suitcase.
To the hospital to see him every week, after a dozen years of time. Pushing his wheelchair for a walk, he lowered his head to my chest. In one case, found that waste water with his legs, I squatted down with their handkerchiefs to help him wipe, dress stained with droppings, but I must just get back to work in Taipei. Nurse took him in a wheelchair, I picked up the purse, watch the wheelchair back, in front of the automatic glass pause, and then after not getting started.
I was always in the twilight gloom in the rush to the airport.
In front of the crematorium furnaces, coffin was a huge and heavy drawers, slide forward slowly. No thought of being able to stand so close, has only five meters away from the door. Rain blown ramp and down into the corridor. I swept aside the rain wet forehead hair, deeply, deeply stare, that remember the last watch.
I slowly and slowly learned, the so-called father-daughter mother and child, simply means, and his fate is a liar and you constantly watch his back slipping away. You are standing on this side of the road, watching him gradually disappeared at the turn of the road, and that he backs tell you silently: No.