My Son

The morning began with gray clouds. Valerie opened the window and saw the clouds, took a deep breath, and said, "Grandma, it's going to rain again."

Grandma, sitting comfortably in her chair, replied,

"Good thing, my dear, you'll stay with me."

"How can I, Grandma? I have to go to class, Mr. Asten is very strict."

"Yes, I know, that's why I'm telling you to go to Mr.Asten and quit studying." Grandma became serious,

Valerie looked out the window and saw the rain was getting heavier, and then looked at Grandma,

"Grandma, my dear Grandma, Mr. Asten is very good, there's no doubt, he's just a bit strict."

"He scolds you, I can't bear it."

Valerie smiled,

"Grandma, life's trials have made him strict, and besides, he doesn't ask for anything in return, I do his household chores, and then he teaches me, and you know his library, how many books are there?" Valerie looked at Grandma, who was lost in thought,

"Grandma, what happened?"

The clouds outside were thundering loudly, Grandma held Valerie's hand and recited some sacred words, after a few moments, Grandma spoke,

"Valerie, what did you say? Life's trials make one's temperament strict."

"Hmm," she was surprised,

"If you weren't here, maybe I would have become bad-tempered too."

The glimpse of the past was in her eyes,

Valerie looked at her with a sad gaze,

"I'm going, the rain isn't that heavy." She quickly got up, Grandma called out, but she didn't look back,

"Yes, speak!" Her voice was trembling,

"He's your father."

"I know."

"Why don't you go and meet him once?" Grandma's tone was pleading,

"No, I won't go." She spoke firmly,

"Valerie , my child! He's your father."

"I know, Grandma, I know."Valerie's voice was filled with tears,

"But despite all this, I won't meet him."

The thunder was getting louder every moment, only a yellow dem bulb was lit in the room, its light was insufficient.

Valerie put on her raincoat and was about to leave the room when she suddenly stopped, there was a book on the table in front of her, s

he picked it up with tears in her eyes, despite the tears, she smiled,

it was her everything,

her friend,

her guide,

her support in loneliness,

and her love.

She slowly stroked the book and held it in her hands, and looked at it for a few moments, then whispered,

"I don't believe Grandma's stories, Grandma says she was raised like a princess and lived a royal life. Of course, you can't believe this story either, I know."

After a few moments, she was getting wet in the rain.

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Chris's eyes had deep tears when John put his hand on his shoulder.

'I know this is painful, but you...' John couldn't understand how to comfort him.

When the circus first came, that's when Chris and John met. There was a huge difference between the Chris of then and now.

'I have your report... I'll try my best to save you.'

'No, you can't save me either, this is the last stage of cancer, oh God, why didn't I know about it earlier?' Chris was crying like a child,

John remembering the events of the past two days.

He remembered the evening when he felt that love changes a person.

When a person is with their loved one, their demeanor becomes so beautiful that it's hard to look away.

Love and beauty together create a new color in the universe.

John felt trapped in a new world, unable to understand what was real.

He loved her girl so much that he often asked himself where he stood.

His heart was beating for that girl. Unaware, he was lost in thought.

It was evening, and the cold was increasing rapidly due to the setting sun.

John took out a small diary from his jacket pocket and sat down on the roadside, pen in hand.

This was his old habit - writing down his feelings.

'My existence...'

he smiled slowly. And start writing

"Who knows when

My existence, including my heart,

Lost the search for your soul.

I didn't know

That day

When the clouds were restless to rain

I, while looking at the clouds,

Meaning your eyes,

Believe me!

They were sadder than the dark clouds.

You can give me

Your happiness

Okay, if you don't want to give it,

Give me your sorrow"

Someone repeated the sentence he had written:

'Give me your sorrow.'

John quickly closed the diary and turned around.

'Stephen, my friend!' John was embarrassed.

'What were you writing?' Stephen asked with a smile. John blushed. 'Nothing,' he replied.

Both of them started walking on the roadside.

'Rather, I should ask, for whom?' Stephen asked. 'Nothing like that,' John said with a smile.

'I know it's like that.' They stopped in front of a T۔Caffe.

'Cold coffee!' John gestured.

'This city never liked me.' Stephen turned away.

John looked up at him. Stephen was a handsome man, a handsome doctor. 'And how's your hospital going?' John asked.

'It's going well, but I want to go to Texas.'

'But why?'

'My heart isn't here, just one patient is keeping me here.'

'Okay!' John nodded.

'What's special about that patient?'

'Nothing, just that he came to me two days ago, and from his initial check-up, I knew he wouldn't live long. He has blood cancer.'

'Oh God, have mercy!' John felt sorry for him.

'Look at this,'

Stephen said, handing him a mobile phone with the patient's report open. John was shocked as he read the report.

'Chris Marks?'

'Is this Chris's report?'

'Who's Chris? You know Chris?' Stephen asked

"Yes, he's my friend, we were together in the circus.' 'Really?

I'm so sorry.'

Stephen shook his head.

'I'm sorry too.'

John's heart was sinking deep. He didn't know how he would muster the courage to face Chris.

Chris called out,

'Yes!' He was putting on makeup to become a joker.

John looked at his face carefully, and the colors had hidden his yellowness. He was a young man, and he shouldn't be dying so soon. 'Tell me, John, what do you want to say?'

'You're sick, why didn't you tell me?'

Chris's face was covered in colors, and he stopped.

'How did you...?' He was surprised.

'You have cancer, last stage, why didn't you tell me? Chris, oh God, why didn't I know earlier that you were sick?' Chris was completely shocked.

'Don't worry, Chris,' John said emotionally, patting his shoulder.

'I'm with you, I'll do everything to save you!' Chris stood silent and suddenly started crying loudly.

'I will die, John, I will die!'

Two men were crying intensely, and the colors were quickly fading from Chris's face, revealing his yellowness.

'Tell me, what can I do for you?'

John held his hand.

'My son Astone will be left alone, John,' Chris said, crying.

'Who's your Astone?' Chris said,

'My child.'

John was surprised.

'Do you have a son too?'"