Snap.
The "Land of Obsession" with the scent of ink gently closed.
"Mom, did Mr. Wilkin really go to the Barren Lands?"
In a cramped bedroom that only fits a bed and a cabinet, Little Amy, having heard the bedtime story, curiously asked.
"I don't know, but I think so, because the Exorcist has already returned." The mother placed the book on the cabinet and said gently.
"Then he died, right? That's so sad..."
"No, Amy, you should feel happy for him." The mother tucked in the corner of the quilt that might catch a draft for her child: "He felt the same because he found the meaning of life in his final moments."
"What is meaning?"
"Meaning is the path revealed at your feet when you are lost and helpless; meaning is the light that keeps your faith firm as you wait during times of despair; meaning is looking back on your past when you grow old, without having wasted your time in idleness."
"My meaning is to protect Mom and Dad!"
Little Amy said what every child would say.
