I am inexplicably reminded of the comic "Father and Son" that resonated with me greatly when I was a child.
The last story in the comic, called "Farewell", is that the father and son hold hands and embark on a long journey facing the sun. The figures are getting farther and farther, and finally they become the stars and the moon in the sky, looking at the earth with a smile.
I was so impressed because I was so young at the time and shed tears in front of this story. Holding the book and reading this cartoon over and over again, I couldn't say anything, but felt a lot of discomfort in my heart.
like now.
In the apocalypse of this dark, cannibalistic world, the two fathers and sons struggled to live, trying their best to live, just to find the almost hopeless tomorrow.
Finally, the father could not resist the attack of the disease. He left this devastated world before his son, leaving his son, continuing his father's hope, finding a good man, carrying a gun, and heading south.
What is the future like? None of us know.
In this boundless darkness, what can be the comfort of oneself?
Seeing the child's mother disappear into the darkness with a determined look of death, she only felt a bone-chilling cold. What kind of mood and courage do people who are bent on dying have?
A world without hope, a life without hope, is meaningless.
Only that child, with a delicate body wrapped in a pure heart, led by his father who insisted on living, embarked on a journey that always felt hope was ahead.
It takes great courage for people to seek death, and it takes more strength for people to choose to live with dignity in such a dark world no matter what.
Never give up justice and faith.
This is what the child taught me along the way, and it should be said that this is what the child's father told me indirectly.
How can there be a child who is holy like God without a father who doesn't hold on until the last moment and doesn't let go?
At the end of the story, the child continues his journey with the good man he found. I can't see where the end point is ahead, I just feel that the child's father has been looking at him from the sky and smiling, giving him strength.
The fire inside is the light of hope.
Like that cartoon.
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