On Saturday night, Aunt Tina, whom I knew in Central Park, called to say that she was resting for the day and wanted to come to Flushing and ask if I had time?
I said there was time, you arrived to call me.
Take a good leave of absence from my husband in advance, and at more than nine o'clock in the morning the next morning, Tina called and we made an appointment to meet at the entrance of the "Macy' mall.
Tina was beautiful today, a light purple trench coat, black cropped pants, a pair of stiletto heels and half-height black leather shoes, painted with light makeup. It was a completely different mental outlook than when I was with the kids that day.
"It was a beautiful day." I praised her appreciatively.
"Cough, you can only dress better when you rest."
Tina and I went into the "Macy's" department store, looked at the cosmetics, then the women's bags, and finally came to the sportswear counter.
Tina wants to buy her son a sweatshirt.
After buying clothes, the two of us went to a cafeteria not far away, which was opened by Koreans, and the environment was relatively quiet, suitable for eating and talking.
While eating and talking, the topic picked up the conversation when we met in Central Park.
I met an old beauty online who lives in an out-of-state name, is less than fifty years old, and has been divorced for eight or nine years. He was a veteran, a former Navyman, and now he works in a company doing technical work on machinery.
He has two children, neither of whom he has ever lived with, and has his own home.
He was quite sincere, and after introducing himself, he said, "Honey, it is God who made us know each other, and I look forward to embracing you in my arms." ”
I was so touched that no man had ever said such a romantic thing to me. My heart has been cold for a long time, there is no self in life, only a son, I gave everything to my son to make up for the lack of children. I have forgotten what else I need, what extravagance I have, just want to make money! earn! earn!
At this time, how could Thomas's words not impress me.
He would email greetings every morning and say goodnight in the evening. Send me the scenery around his house. The scenery is beautiful, there are many trees, the grass is big, the grass is very green, and the detached house is located in the green grass.
I was really moved, that strange person, unfamiliar environment, may give me a different life, let me start everything again, let my son have a good future.
I wanted to test Thomas, who had not returned his greeting for three days. I think if it's real he'll be in a hurry, just pretend to be fake. Wait for me to turn on the computer after three days, full of mail. It's all Thomas's inquiry:
"Honey, where are you?"
"Honey, why don't you talk to me?"
"My sweetheart, what happened to you?"
"Honey, I miss you a lot."
"Honey, I'm so upset, why don't you talk to me?"
"My little sweetheart, I can't wait, I want to see you right away."
……
How could I not be moved. How could I not believe him, how could I not show my true feelings.
I began to do my son's ideological work, and when I got my green card, I immigrated for my son. I started thinking about my son's life and schooling, and then:
I decided to marry.
