The moment in my life that I can be praised may be the journey of tasting a restaurant alone. That afternoon, I stepped into an obscure diner and found a unique prosperity in the midst of an ordinary day.
Entering the restaurant, I casually looked around and finally settled on a waiter. Her hair was lightly tied back and the contours of her face evoked memories of a familiar figure.
She had been since she was eighteen years old, and I hadn't seen her since. She ran away, leaving behind the family she hated because of poverty. My throat felt like it was being tensed, my voice trembled, and I stopped the waiter. "Miss, you look so similar to one of my distant relatives.
The waiter smiled and responded: "You may be mistaken, many people say so, I just have a very ordinary face."
At that moment, it was as if I had returned to another time and space. Life is like this, always inadvertently, let people meet the heart-warming moment.
Years of watching, years of accumulation, the once wayward daughter may now stand in front of me and serve with a smile. I struggled to free myself from the strange sensation and concentrated on eating my eggplant. We didn't have much to say during the meal, but I would look up at her from time to time.
After the meal, I wiped the corners of my mouth, and I felt reluctant to give up on the place that moved me. She seems to recreate the years I had with my daughter, even though she was a stranger. I quietly walked to the counter and whispered to her, "Miss, thank you very much for your service and wish you happiness."
She glanced back at me with a hint of surprise in her eyes, but quickly returned to work. "Thank you and I wish you happiness too.
I nodded, turned and walked out of the restaurant, having already made up my mind that maybe it was time to go and find Arlene, if only to make sure she was okay.
Walking through the night street, my heart is full of thoughts. My wife's words from years ago are still in my ears, and she said that Arlene would not recognize me, and I could only silently accept this cruel reality.
When I got home, I rummaged through the cabinets at home and found Arlene's ** when she was a child. That innocent smile has been worn away by the years.
However, things didn't go my way, and finding Arlene wasn't as easy as I expected. Because I haven't been in touch for years, I can't know where she's going, and I'm not even sure if she's still alive in the world.
One day, I received a message that someone had seen a girl who looked similar to Arlene.
With hope, I stepped on the train to that strange city. Once I arrived at my destination, I spent days there, looking for any clues that might exist.
Arlene? I cautiously called her name.
She smiled, a smile that was both familiar and unfamiliar. "It's me," she began, "why are you here?" ”
We stare at each other, deep thoughts in our hearts. Arlene's smile was full of stories, and I wasn't sure if I could be a part of her story.
I....Just wanted to come and see you. I spoke, with suppressed emotion in my voice. "Let's see how you're doing. ”
Her eyes became complicated, and there seemed to be something to say in her throat, but in the end she didn't speak. "I'm doing okay. ”
I realized that in Arlene's life, I had no place and that the distance between us was not just physical.
As we parted, I pulled a note out of my pocket and handed it to Arlene. I said, "If you want, go home and see your mother, who has always been very concerned about you."
Arlene took the note and nodded slightly. We parted in front of the abandoned residential building, and she turned and walked inside.
I don't know if she'll actually come home, and I don't know if our father-daughter relationship will ever continue.
Life goes on, and I'm back on the trajectory of my life, but now, every time I close my eyes, her smile comes to my mind, and I hover between relief and sadness.
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