Three years after my mother's death, I went home for the New Year. On the morning of the second day of the Lunar New Year, I left without looking back.
Three years may not seem like a long time, but for me, it feels like a century. After my mother's death, I chose to stay away from home and devote myself to my busy work, trying to numb my grief with time and work. However, in the dead of night, the figure of my mother always comes to my mind, and I can't sleep.
This year, I made up my mind to go home and have a look. I want to see the home that was once full of laughter, and to see the relatives and friends who used to accompany me growing up. I want to feel the warmth of home and find solace in my soul.
However, the reality was far beyond my expectations. When I got home, I found that everything had changed. Streets that were once bustling have become deserted, and faces that were once familiar have become unfamiliar. The furnishings at home are no longer what I remember, and the feeling of things being different makes me feel lost.
What I couldn't accept even more was that the room where my mother used to live is now an empty memory. That once warm home, now only my father and I are left to rely on each other. I didn't know how to deal with all this, and the sadness in my heart came flooding in.
On the morning of the second day of the Lunar New Year, I decided to leave my former home. I silently packed my bags and walked to my father to say goodbye. My father looked at me with endless sadness and reluctance in his eyes. I know that he must understand the pain and struggle in my heart. But I couldn't comfort him, because I couldn't comfort myself.
The moment I left home, I didn't look back. I don't want to see that home again, I don't want to let grief eat away at my heart anymore. I know that this home no longer belongs to me, it only belongs to the memories of the past.
Back in the hustle and bustle of the city, I struggled to get myself back to work. However, the figure of the mother has always lingered. In the dead of night, I still think of her warm smile and loving gaze. I know that there is no one in this world who loves me and cares for me as much as my mother.
Time is the best healing medicine. Slowly, I learned to face reality and to accept the fact that my mother was gone. Although the scars in my heart are still visible, I am no longer as sad and hopeless as I used to be. I knew that my mother would want me to be strong enough to live each day well.
Now that I have come out of those dark days, I have rediscovered the direction and meaning of my life. I will work hard, be kind to myself and the people around me, and let my mother's love always accompany me to grow up. Although she is no longer with me, I know that she has been watching over me and bless me from heaven. I will repay her selfless love and dedication with my efforts and achievements.