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“A boy too old to be a kid, too young to be a man”
Mature than children, weaker than adults, this is probably the definition of juvenile. Growing up to this awkward situation, Connor had a lot of moments he didn't understand but couldn't say. For example, why did the grandmother, who has been not very close to him, always try to take him away from his mother, ignoring his resistance and violence.
When I asked about my mother's condition countless times, I got a reassuring and reassuring answer, even if I looked up, I could see my mother's gradually pale and emaciated face. She got sick more frequently, more and more medicines were piled on the bedside, "I will have a new treatment next week", each time like a spell, desperately suppressing all his worries and frequent nightmares.
I don't understand why the father who formed a new family, obviously loves himself very much, cooks for him, walks with him, goes to all the playgrounds he can think of, but he can't take him home.
He was like a speechless little beast, leaning against the corner. "Are you okay?" Everyone asked him, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the crowd around him, speechless.
How can you tell?
The repeated dream was like a verdict of sin. It was a cliff, and the mother was there, hanging in the air, with his desperately pulling hands. Every time he cried out, no matter how hard he struggled, at the end of the dream, he always let go. There was no one to complain about the pain, and he hated that he couldn't bear the loneliness after his mother died one day, that he hated parting and death, and that he let go of himself.
"His eyes red, for grief, for shame and for anger"
He desperately wanted it to end, and he actually wanted it to end.
- Seeing this, Q said, let's not watch it. He threw away the popcorn in his hand and went out alone.
- Many years ago, Q's mother became seriously ill.
- Very serious illness, sudden and extremely dangerous. The mother died within a day, and when he got home, he could only see a small box, and she lay peacefully in the black box, as if asleep. Q has no way to believe, and no way to forgive himself. Why was he unable to accompany his mother at such an urgent moment, and why did he do nothing at that moment. He passed the extremely depressed teenager and couldn't get an answer. During the day, he went to class normally, and no one saw his aching and heaving chest at night. One day he even began to hate his mother, why would she leave, giving him such pain and loneliness.
The last moment finally came. Grandma couldn't find Connor anywhere, and finally found him under the old locust tree. On the way to the hospital, Connor clenched his fists tightly, and his grandmother held his hand. "Connor, I know we've never gotten along, but we can learn to get along. And one thing we have in common is your mother."
Opening the door of the ward, Connor walked slowly, slowly towards the end of that journey. He was silent, his throat wriggling, but he refused to take a step forward.
Mom opened her eyes slowly and smiled at Connor, like the squinting smile she had given him so many times before. He finally stepped forward, threw himself on his mother and cried, "I don't want you to go"!
Mom whispered in Connor's ear, "I know".
- The movie ended, the crowd filed out, and Q was alone in the corner with tears streaming down his face.
If you can't let her go, hold her tight
He finally let go
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