The picture in the memory twisted and grinned away from Cesare, the colors gathered high in the sky and suddenly swarmed down like a waterfall.
Cesare felt that his eyes were surrounded by mycelium and fell into darkness. When he opened his eyes again, he did not wake up, but returned to the original illusion.
The surrounding flower fields are still beautiful, with wide lawns and swaying flowers, but the sunlight in the sky is approaching dusk, making everything look a little sad.
Cesare still held the window edge of the house and looked at the restaurant inside, but he could no longer see his childhood self and his mother.
Whether it was a memory or an illusion, Cesare could no longer tell. His body was so light that there was no room for struggle anymore. He could only let it take its course and fall into it, enjoying a moment of peace.
"What happened to Cesare? What happened to your childhood?"
The voice of Captain Claudius asked, and the man once again stood beside Cesare as if he had never left. He leaned his neck against the window and looked into the house while talking. After looking for a long time, he could not see a single figure. .
It seemed as if the whole little house was deserted.
"Then……"
Cesare let go of the window sill and looked back. A young sapling slowly sprouted from an ordinary lawn.
At first it only had a small stem and a few green leaves, but soon it showed its amazing vitality at a speed visible to the naked eye, growing at an extremely fast speed.
Its stem becomes thicker and thicker, more branches and leaves grow from the main trunk and become green, and the crown begins to expand.
In less than half a minute, it grew into a deep-rooted tree with lush branches and leaves reaching into the clouds. Two more hemp ropes were hung down from the strongest and straight branches of the big tree. A wooden board was fixed at the bottom of the hemp rope, turning it into a swing.
The scene in my mind was restored bit by bit in the fantasy. It was the swing that my mother had made for Cesare, and it was also the last time my mother spent with Cesare.
Later, my sister Crocia was born...but my mother's health did not improve, but instead became worse.
The increasingly frail mother never left her room again. The visiting doctor made it very clear that no one, including Cesare, should disturb the lady except the servants who delivered meals and medicines. Then enter the mother's room.
At that time, when he was young, he still had a trace of fantasy, imagining that his mother would one day get better.
There was obviously not much wind around, but the swing started to swing on its own. As the swing intensified, the speed of the swing became faster and faster. The swing moved higher and higher, as if it was about to fly into the sky.
The only closed window on the second floor of the house was his mother's room. As a child, Cesare always sat on the swing whenever he had time, thinking that he could see his mother through that window as long as he swung higher.
Looking forward to my mother's kind face appearing in front of that window and waving to me.
Time and time again, I overcame my fear and made the swing higher than before, closer to the window. I fell miserably several times in the process, but every time I was bandaged by the servants, I couldn't help but run away. Going to the swing just to see my mother again.
That window was always closed, like a high wall built by illness between mother and son that Cesare could not overcome. Cesare looked forward to seeing the faces of his relatives in front of that window every morning.
Day after day, all the time, until another seemingly ordinary morning when Cesare ran to the outdoor swing and looked at the window again...
That window is open.
The open windows let in the wind, causing the white curtains to move slightly.
When he was a child, Cesare was overjoyed, thinking that his mother's illness was finally getting better. He called for his mother repeatedly but did not get the response he expected.
I remember it’s autumn.
The lawn became withered and yellow, the flowers withered and became dull, and the entire flower field became gray and lost its previous vitality.
Little Cesare rushed into the house and ran up the stairs. Seeing that his mother's door was ajar, he pushed it open and ran in.
"Mother?"
The strong smell of herbs in the bedroom made people dizzy. Little Cesare slowly walked into the room and looked around for his mother, but there was no trace of her.
The candles on the table were half burned, the quilts on the bed were neatly folded, and the scent of mother's hair still lingered on the soft pillows, but no one was in this empty room.
The curtains rustled in the wind as if they were telling something, and the clean room felt desolate and quiet.
Even a child of several years old gradually realized something in this atmosphere. At that time, he could not clearly understand the meaning of the difference between life and death. He just felt that his mother had gone to a place far away, a place that he could never understand. Where to catch up
Little Cesare stood in the room where people had gone to drink tea, feeling unprecedented helpless and lonely, and tears had begun to flow out uncontrollably.
Then he searched, searching the whole house and then looking outside for a long time.
She was so exhausted that she couldn't even cry and couldn't find her mother anymore. It wasn't until a servant found her that she took her home, but she was reluctant to return to her room.
Cesare blocked the door of his home, he wanted to wait for his mother to come back, and he firmly believed that his mother loved him so much that she would definitely come back.
Thinking of my mother's kind and beautiful face, looking at the traces of my mother's life in the house, I can no longer hear my mother's voice, eat the food cooked by my mother, and can no longer hold my mother's hand.
This must be a nightmare. When they wake up, their mother will still be in their home, and nothing will change. Cesare still has someone who loves him and cares for him. How could he lose him like this? ...never seen again...
But the only thing that didn't change after sleeping was that my mother never came back.
When my mother passed away, there was no dramatic process, and no touching last words. She died in pain as if she were sleeping peacefully, and she never woke up again without leaving any instructions.
Sadness cannot distinguish the passage of day and night. I never thought that staying in my own home would be a desperate thing, looking at the familiar furniture but never seeing the familiar people again.
In those days, except for the cry of the newborn that kept ringing in the house, the servants were silent, letting depression envelope the home.
The funeral of his mother also took place naturally. Very few people attended the farewell ceremony. Cesare did not know most of them, and he did not see the shadow of his biological father at the funeral. He just assumed that he was also dead. , and die earlier...
Except for his sister Crocia, Cesare had no relatives.
Cesare's tears dried up at that time, and he naturally cried less when he grew up.
A home is no longer a home without its mother. Later, Cesare and his sister Crocia were sent to the Hunyadi family for foster care...
