In every corner of the world, there is a ray of light from someone we once loved. Time is a bitter medicine, and it is also a book that refuses to close. The woman sat quietly in the dim light, holding the somewhat worn phone, the only thing her mother had left behind. Today is the third year that my mother has left, and the passage of time has not taken away the longing, but has made it more intense.
The woman opened her phone, and the familiar interface popped out, which was her mother's WeChat. She looked through every chat history, as if she could travel through time and space and hear her mother's warm voice. Suddenly, she stopped in a special chat window - a conversation with her little nephew.
My nephew is a lively and cute little boy who has always been close to his mother. The woman slowly swiped the screen, and the chat history was like a time machine, taking her back to the bits and pieces of the past. She saw every message, every photo, every silent call from her nephew. "Auntie, I won the award", "Auntie, I've grown taller again", behind every sentence is the little nephew's thoughts and expectations for his mother.
The chat log suddenly stopped two years ago, and that was the last message my mother replied to before her death. After that, only the nephew greeted him again and again, telling his little secrets, his growth over and over again. And all the responses, only silence.
The woman's eyes began to moisten, and she saw an Ultraman emoji sent by her nephew, next to a simple "bye-bye". In the child's world, goodbye is only a temporary separation, and he doesn't know that this goodbye is forever.
Tears began to run down the woman's cheeks, and she could feel the loneliness and confusion in her nephew's heart. Time seems to freeze at this moment, and the woman's heart is full of longing for her mother, love for her nephew, and helplessness for those irretrievable times.
The woman gently stroked the screen of her mobile phone, as if she could feel her mother's temperature. She wanted to say to her nephew that although her aunt was gone, she would always be by his side and grow up with him. She also wants to say to her mother, your love, like a bouquet of flowers that never withers, illuminates our world.
As the night deepened, the woman sat quietly, the light of her phone casting a gentle shadow on her face. At this moment, she felt that her mother was by her side, guarding her and this small family as always.
Life is a long journey, we meet on the road, say goodbye, and then keep searching in our memories. The woman knows that although her mother is gone, love will never be. It is like a spring breeze, blowing through the heart, like flowing water, bypassing the fingertips. On this ordinary night, the woman and her mother, as well as the innocent little nephew, talked silently and reunited in memory.