She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room to the hallway. Her hands were wrapped around my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly as if it was our wedding day again. However, her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms, I could hardly
move a step. Our son had gone to school. I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I
was afraid any delay would make me change my mind. I walked
upstairs. Dew opened the door.
When I passed by the florist on the way, I ordered a bouquet
of my wife's favourite flowers for her. The salesgirl asked
me to write the greeting words on the card.
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