Chapter 8 postscript

1960 There was a young man, a few white hairs could be vaguely seen creeping out from his temples. There was a hint of loneliness hidden in his eyes. The sea and sky were blue. In the middle of the day, he was walking in the stone monument lined with the scorching sun. In the cemetery. He held a babbling child in his arms, who seemed to be ignorant of his words, but always responded to his eyes with a smile.They approached a simple cemetery, beyond the adjacent railings, overlooking the Mediterranean Sea from a high position.The man knelt in front of the tomb, holding his son in his arms, and he let the child caress the bold words on the stele.

Isabella.Senbere 1917︱1939 The man knelt in front of the tomb silently for a long time, his eyes tightly closed, just to suppress the tears that were about to collapse. The child's voice brought him back to the present, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the child pointing to a small statue hidden in the dry petals beside the glass bottle under the tombstone.He was pretty sure that the last time he had visited the cemetery, there hadn't been such a statuette there.He reached out and found it among the petals, a plaster statue the size of a fist.is an angel.At this time, the words he thought he had forgotten suddenly appeared in his mind, like an old wound that never healed.

If one day, you kneel in front of your mother's grave, when you feel that anger is about to consume you, think that in my autobiography, just like your life, there is such an angel, all the answers are in it The child tried to grab the angel statue spread out in his father's hand, but the moment his little hand touched it, he inadvertently pushed it away.The statue fell to the marble tombstone and broke into pieces.Just then, he saw something like that.A folded piece of paper is hidden inside the statue.The paper is quite fine, almost transparent.He opened it lightly, and immediately recognized the writing on the paper:

Maurice.Washi Pine Garden Manuanus Street Barcelona The sea breeze suddenly rushed into the jungle of steles, and an ominous breath caressed his face.He put the paper in his pocket.Not long after, he put a white rose on the tombstone, and then walked towards the cypress-lined path with the child in his arms, where the child's mother was waiting for him.The family of three hugged each other tightly.Then, when she looked into his eyes, she found something different in his eyes than when he first came.The turmoil and gloom in his eyes made her fearful. Dani, are you okay? He stared at her for a long time, then he smiled.

I love you!After finishing speaking, he kissed her, knowing that this story, his story, was not over yet. And, just about to start. (End of the book)