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That spring.
Mom finally left.
The whole country mourned.
I also cried uncontrollably.
Father was very calm.
But the night after attending Mom’s funeral.
He talked to me all night.
He was also talking about the trivial things that
happened with Mom when they were young. I
didn’t care at the time. I just thought that
Father must be too sad and deliberately looking
for a way to relieve himself.
My father had been like this for the past twenty
years.
But the next day.
Father jumped into the river, alone, wearing the
clothes he wore when he first met Mom.
I know.
He felt that he was old and afraid that Mom
would not recognize him over there.
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