FreeNovelChapter 960
[I'm not qualified to be a mother. | care too little for Munchkin. Sometimes, | even put him through pain when I'm
emotionally unstable. Hence, | hope that you'll find him an outstanding and kind woman. | hope both of you will
take good care of him together, showering him with adequate love and care. As for m e, I'll try my best to live
the rest of my life while giving you my silent blessings at a place you can't see.]
The train moved slowly. It took a day and a night to reach Zenon. | did not sleep during the day and looked out
the window at the scenery.
On my way to Abundant City, | saw a large flower garden with a mixture of different colored flowers. The sight
was breathtaking to see from afar.
| wanted to ask the train to stop so | could admire the view to my heart’s content, but like my life, beauty never
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtlasted and everything that was beautiful was also fleeting.
It was two o'clock in the morning when the train arrived at Zenon. The hotel near the train station was open for
check-in at this hour, so | went there to spend the night.
When | woke up the next afternoon, | tossed my SIM card away and went to the cemetery.
My child was buried here. Matthew knew that | once wanted to bring my child to Zenon, hence he made the
decision forby making Zenon the child's final resting place.
It was almost June and the weather was warmer now. On my way to the cemetery, several people were paying
their respects, which made the place even more heartwarming.
Zenon was a small city with a slow pace of life. Most o f whom lived here were locals, hence they retained the
traditional habits and customs of the older generation.
| cto the tombstone and looked at the slightly blurred photo as well as the overgrown weeds. | thought
about how great it could be if he was not my child. He would have been born into this world safely and healthily,
even getting to live a happy life.
| felt an urge to cry but could not actually cry. Perhaps | had long felt numb, so it was very difficult forto cry
now.
Peace Lane. The child's nwas given by Matthew with my family name, hoping that he would remain at
peace and safe no matter where he would go in the afterlife.
| bent down to pluck the weeds around the tombstone. When everything was plucked, | kissed the photo on the
tombstone and said softly, "I'm sorry, baby.
"You must be blamingfor only coming to see you now."
Once a person committed a sin, it would becsomething they carried for the rest of their lives. They would be
unable to free themselves from it. | would forever feel sorry for this child and would never forgive myself.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWhen | heard a woman crying beside me, | looked over.
It was a woman who looked to be about my age. There was a photo of a man in his 40s on the tombstone. That
was probably her father.
Words of comfort were futile, so | chose to remain silent and watched her cry.
Her cries left my heart empty. | could not help but ask myself why | was not crying.
After a very long while, the woman's cries grew softer. Noticing my gaze, she looked atas well as the photo
on the tombstone.
| pursed my lips and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm here t o see my child."
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The woman cried even harder. "How old was he?" "Full-term.”
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