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Prologue "Hey mommy,hey mommy!" A persistent young girl with messy soft-brown pigtails ran to her mother who had her luggage in hand and pulled her skirt gently. "Where are you going?" Simple as it is, just a four word question, her mother thought quietly, unable to look into the eyes of her daughter sat down on the steps and squeezed her foot-covered socks into shoes. "I'm..." She sighed as she pulled the lace of her shoes tightly and stared into the air as though as she could see her breath, "Just going out for a mid-night run." She said as confidently as she could, fingers trembling and unable to tie a proper knot. The young girl noticed it and her 5-year-old mind did not agree with her mom. Who would go out running with a large, bulky piece of luggage, wearing an office jacket, and run...In 4cm heeled shoes and a long flowy skirt? "Where are you going to run to?" She asked knowing distinctively that her mom would not tell her the truth to her previous answer. Her mother thought silently again, stopping admist in the knotting of her other shoe but then hastily continued as she muttered gently,"I'm training for the half marathon in July, I'm going to run all the way to grand-ma's house." The young girl let go her mother's colorful silk skirt and plopped down beside her mother. She laid her head on her mother's shoulders and questioned again,this time, the question astounded her mother, freezing her movements. "When will you be back home mommy?" Both of them, seated on the doorstep in the hard-cold night, staring into the empty street-way, with the distant barking converstaion of two dogs in the distance, was probably the only beautiful scene of a mother and daughter of the street they lived in. The middle-aged woman pushed back her lustrious black hair and tried not to let her emotions ruin her plans. Don't cry...Don't cry... She told herself. She stood up abruptly and this almost caused her daughter, who was already battering eyelids, to be alarmed. Picking up her luggage, she dare not look back, into the innocent and dear face of her daughter, who resembled so much of her husband who died just a month ago. As she strided down the garden path, her daughter, almost breaking to wails shouted, in a voice, that was so heart-breaking to the ears of a mother that ceased her to stop in her footsteps. "Mom, come home soon!" And as she spun her black-glossy head to take a look at her daughter, so small-framed, innocent, clinging onto the pillar of the porch, wearing the barney-pyjamas she bought at walmart 2moths ago, the cute face ready to break down and cry. Her mother-instincts told her to cancel her plans and hold her little girl, who was everything in the world to her, in her arms and never let go. But the firm woman gripped her luggage, not noticing warm tears flowing down her cheeks, she smiled the best smile she could at her daughter turned her back and ran down the streets as fast as she could, not to grand ma's place, but to the city where her husband had died and avenge her husband by tracking down the killer. The little girl, who was already sobbing uncontrollably, clutched the wedding ring her mother had gave her, slumped down onto the ground, her tears blurring her vision as she cried, a little whisper of self-assurance: Everything's okay....Everything's okay... Her wrecked life, has just begun. |
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