I took out a wet tissue from my backpack. I wiped down their tombstone while casually having a chat with my parents. "What kind of person did you want me to be when I grow up? I feel like I haven't lived up to your expectation. But I will do my best. Hopefully when we see each other, you won't blame me for not working hard enough. Honestly, I don't even know what kind of life I should aim for myself.
"For now, I am trying my best to recover my childhood memory. But I don't really know how to go about it." I wiped away the dust on their picture and I swore they eyes warmed further.
I sighed as I was reminded of a Chinese children's song. A motherless child is rootless!
Suddenly, footsteps came from before me. It was not Qing Ming Festival so I didn't expect someone to come tomb-sweeping. I looked up in confusion. From the top of the stairs, 3 men in black walked down. The leading man met my gaze and he was clearly startled.
