Today, I returned to my small land (my village) to visit my mother after a long time of not visiting her. (Yes, it's natural that children always have certain reasons...) I deliberately did not give any news, because I wanted to give my mother a little surprise that I knew would make her smile. Throughout the journey, I imagined her warm face, her old and soft hands welcoming my arrival.
However, when I arrived home, all I found was a locked door and silence hanging in the air. Mother had left...
Finally, I called her and it turned out that my mother had gone to another city, visiting one of her children, besides me. I laughed a little, bitterly. (While patting my forehead.) The surprise that I had prepared turned into an emptiness that I had not expected before.
Finally, I decided to return to my house which was also in another city. However, before going home, I took some pictures of the scenery around my mother's house.