Raking in Money

Needle and thread in a loving mother's hands, mending holes of the clothes of her soon wandering son. Her sewing picks up the pace as the date approaches, worries of belated return echoing inside her heart [1]. It was a maternal love, the greatest existence of love in the world—the love that was like the highest peak of a mountain ridge.

The son did something wrong and came across the disaster of being imprisoned. Though Zhang Shi did not speak out her feelings, yet restlessness and worry resided inside her. Longing and anticipation that her son could soon be released from the prison to appear before her eyes. Half a year passed by with countless fantasies and countless prayers. When that dream had finally come true, her whole being trembled, feeling both excited and scared.

She was afraid that she was dreaming, and two lines of tears fell down.

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