Three days felt like a century.
Today is the day the DNA test results are released, and Daughter Hong has been waiting at home since early morning for Mei Gu's news.
Perhaps only she knows the complexity of her feelings.
For eighteen years, she thought of the son she birthed but only held for one day, constantly hoping to find him one day.
Perhaps due to the many mistakes she made, every time God gave her hope, he would personally extinguish it, leaving her with only despair and numbness.
Numb, despairing, heart no longer ached, yet the desire to see her son perhaps would not vanish until the day she died, but would only intensify.
She often wondered why God was punishing her so, countless times she cried alone in bed until she became a tearful mess, swallowing the salty tears without understanding why. She didn't know how many times she dreamt of her son, not knowing his appearance, relying only on her most rustic thoughts to imagine what he looked like.
