In a dilapidated village on the outskirts of New York City...
After Abel got off work, he bought an old hen from a shop. Ever since his brother went missing, his mother's health had been deteriorating day by day. Her longing for him had become a disease, and she had finally collapsed.
"Abel, you're finally back. Your mother is dying." At this moment, a warm-hearted villager ran over with a panicked expression.
Hearing this, Abel's eyelids twitched, and he sprinted into the courtyard.
In the dilapidated house, a woman in her sixties was lying on the bed. Her skin was dry, her eyes were sunken, and her head of white hair was like silver threads.
Abel's tears flowed down, and he held his mother's hand tightly, sobbing uncontrollably.
