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Kapok opened

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I was very young, my mother always took me by the hand to this Kapok room. Large tracts of Kapok so gorgeous. Mom and I sat between Kapok. Mom told me many of her stories. She said that she had planted Kapok is, until the Kapok open to 30 times, and my father will come back and we are happy. I looked at the half-comprehended sad face, but her mother's face with a smile, nodded. Secretly sketched out in my mind the way my father, my father, it should be very handsome. Because in my eyes, my mother is the world's most beautiful woman.
morning, my mother cooking in the kitchen as usual. I got up and wash, but when I saw a long mirror their own tumor the same thing so many faces, I sent a scream. I desperately cried mother, a desperate fear flooded my little heart.
bowl in hand, ran her mother, when she saw my face, the hands of the bowl, Jumping around the broken tiles. That heartbreaking moment I seem to hear the voice of my mother. Next, I looked down to see my mother, her hair over her eyes. A long time, she begins, she said, all right, baby, all right, you'll be fine. As if with a trembling voice.
I have never seen such a mother. I have the impression no matter what the mother is strong, calm. That time I came home from school my mother and saw broken glass were all at home, next to several children clapping her hands with a smile ran away to gloat. I thought my mother would fiercely cursing the child, but mother calmly led me into the house, then found the old newspaper cover cover those windows.
Why do not we buy new glass to the placement? I asked my mother
mother looked at me, and very plain to say, kids, we had no money.
But, Mom, I afraid of the dark. I looked at the newspaper on the paste, breathed said.
no matter what happened, we must use our method to solve, and to adapt to it. Having got back to the kitchen, her mother, leaving me sitting blankly.
I always thought, as long as the mother, even if the heavens are all right. However, today I see so helpless mother. I thought I would ask my mother screaming desperately what happened in the end. In fact, I did not, I actually surprisingly calm. Then I walked over and hugged her mother, patting her mother's back and said, Mom, I know, I'll be fine. I was surprised at my tone. That year I was 8 years old, I think, perhaps since then, I grew up.
since that day, my body become more and more sick up. Every day, could not eat, hair began to fall off a lot a lot. May face more and more things like tumors.
mother not to let me go to school, she would touch my hair, looked at me a daze.
very happy I will pretend to look like that, Mom, so my hair long, I'm not optimistic about the braids to you?
good. She laughed and agreed, eyes full of tears but hold in mouth.
she began to let me drink lots and lots of drugs. I stayed at home every day to see my mother carrying a basket, went out early, back near noon, the basket filled with a variety of herbs. Mom stayed put those drugs for me to drink. I know all of these herbs is entrusted with the mother of hope, so always good to drink them, though they suffer terribly.
eaten, I told my mother, I said, Mom, I'm much better than before. Then pretend smile. The stomach but can not help but badly. Mother red eyes, said the children, vomiting to spit it. I shook my head, want to tell my mother, I'm fine. Can be an opening to let an spit, just can not stop.
finish each drug, I said I would give my mother a lot better, but the disease does not seem to give me the opportunity to continue to cheat on my mom, my condition become more serious. Later, he could get out of bed to walk. Mom no longer back out of the back a basket of herbs for me to drink, just looked at me blankly trance.
I looked at my mother, softly asked her, I said, Mom, I'm fine, how many times Kapok open? I want Daddy.
mother clutched my hand, saying, faster, enough to open next year 30 times. I smiled, trying to say, but irrepressible asleep, dreams are beautiful Kapok, in the bright sun, we are a family of three sat together, singing a happy song. Dad's like, very real,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], very blurred. After waking up, I saw the bright walls, windows and clean white sheets. Mom sat by my side.
fierce basking in the sun all of a sudden, I have some not meet, then lowers, asked her mother, how can you?
Mom cover your hands my eyes, she said, kids, here is the hospital, you do not have tortured by the illness.
I looked at her mother, her face was haggard, his eyes red and swollen, her hair scattered. But even so, I still think she is the best looking woman in the world.
I said, Mom, you're beautiful. I dream of my father, and we play with a family of three between the Kapok!
protect my eyes, my mother's hand gently twitch. Then she said that next year, next year your dreams can be achieved.
finished, empty eyes looked distant mother.
I gently nodded, ah.
next day, I woke up but not my mother, I did not cry, no trouble, quietly waiting for what seemed, perhaps waiting for fate of it, life has long been grinding my heart into a hard stone.
afternoon, I was wheeled into the operating room, a shot. After that, my fading consciousness, I thought I heard my mother call my name out front and large tracts of magnificent Kapok, a golden sun. Mom, here is the paradise it?
I do not know how long, I woke up. Open your eyes and still not beside her mother. I looked at the window in a daze. Mom, how do you not come?
The above is the mother graceful handwriting:
children:
mother can not be with you for forgiveness, and forgive my mother has been cheating on you. In fact, your father died very early. As his illness and you face a lot from the tumor, optimistic about his illness have the right heart. However, we could not find the heart. So, your dad could be away from us.
I buried him in the Kapok room. Now, I want to go to your father, and we will protect you in heaven. Child, you have to live on guarding the heart of her mother. Hear that? You have to be strong, good living.

always love your mother like my tears burst rushing down. Take this letter will not help soon will strangle me alive. Mom, you do not want me, here I will be very lonely ... ...
Then, I put my hand on the left chest, Mom, I love you.
black year, turned my life over and over. I stood between
Kapok, watching these beautiful flowers.
mother, Kapok opened.