The
smoke grew blacker and darker as it intensified more and more.
The old man put 'the Piece' of the 'Forgiving' leaf inside the flames.
The
next scene appeared, of when the child became ill and had a high
fever. The mother is attending to the child with a worried look
on her face. The life of the child seemed to flicker like a candle
in the wind. The mother stayed up all night and tried her best
to nurse and tend to him.
"If
only the child is healthy and well,"thinks the mother.
She
remembered her child when he
was lively and well and how
he used to come up with some
mischief, and tears began to
fill her eyes. Soon morning
came, and her child's fever
had gone down. As she watched
over her child's peaceful breathing,
she mumbles softly.
"Thank
you for being alive."
The
anger had vanished. The mother holds and embraces her mischief-loving
child.
"Whether you are mischievous or naughty, you will always be my precious
child."
The smoke had turned to green, and a sweet aroma lingered thickly in
the air. The smoke was soft, gentle and comfortable.The seaweed of "Forgiving"holds
down the over-excessive expectations for us.
"Oh,
I know what. It'll be good for you to go the Blue Cove. That's the
sea cove at the northside of the island. I'm quite sure you'll be
able to have another wonderful experience there, " the old man
said.
"Yes. What? But, um, we've just started to know each other and......"
"Sometime in the future, you and I are planned to meet someday, however
different the form of our meeting may be. It's good-bye until then. So go, take
your leave now."
"Okay, I think I understand. Then, good-bye, until then."
After I
said my parting good-bye to the old man, I began to swim into the
direction of where the cove was at the north of the island.The soft
gentle green-colored smoke became smaller and smaller in the distance.
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