The sunrise in the town, the sunlight slowly reflecting on the glass of the supermarket, is a very ordinary picture, but it really coincides with the picture that I had projected in my mind a few years ago. It was an indescribable emotion at that moment. It's a totally different wavelength of resonance from everyone else in the movie theater.
My mother watched her deceased relatives and friends in the cemetery, and talked about this and that calmly. When I was young, my grandmother often talked about the deceased like this while sweeping graves, but now she can no longer talk about who is who and who is who.
That's what it feels like to go back to my hometown. An old lady came across the street and said, "Aren't you the little guy from that family? You're so big? You looked like a little girl blahblah when you were young." Besides embarrassment, it's still full of fun sense of belonging.
It is rare to have the opportunity to revisit an old house that has been abandoned for more than 20 years. Although Dad said "what's so beautiful about that", the memories there are all his. Is his stubbornness to go to the nearby county town for prizes really just for the money?
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