Chapter 388: Proposal Gift (22)
She didn't know how long she had been walking, as if she had covered every street in Seattle, but still couldn't find her child. In the end, she squatted helplessly in the heavy rain and cried like a child, utterly desperate and disappointed.
There was another photo, of her sitting alone in a cafe with a piece of cake in front of her, a candle stuck in it. Beside her was a bunch of yellow chrysanthemums she bought. The picture was taken on her third birthday since coming to the United States, and it was also the third anniversary of her parents' deaths. Even after all these years, Isabel Smith could still clearly remember the torment she had gone through that day, sitting in the cafe for the entire day with a heavy heart.
Isabel never knew that one day, the six most miserable years of her life in the United States would reappear in front of her in the form of photographs.