One winter afternoon when I was a little girl I woke up and couldn’t see my granny. I stood at the window and called for her. Outside, a storm raged. They told me that she had gone to visit her sister. I refused to believe it. She had always taken me with her. I howled the whole afternoon, inconsolable by Father, Mother or neighbors, until Granny returned unexpectedly in the evening. No one would remember this now except me who always recall that kind of fear clearly. Nobody knows how deeply it influenced me and until now even I am nature enough by appearance, I still cannot conquer that kind of fear which shadowed in my mind since that afternoon.
It is sure that I fear, I fear the departure with the person I love and care. Although I know that there is nothing permanent in the universe and even the finest feast must break up at last. But in my bottom heart, I still dream of love that will be as enduring as heaven and earth. I still dream of the gathering will be everlasting and unchanging. Although it is just a dream I would like to spend all my life to pray for it, never departing with the person I love and care. |
