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As the sun set, we also went for a walk in the park. Mom bought me a rabbit balloon. I sat
on Dad’s shoulders, holding the balloon and singing a song.
People around us said we were a happy family.
Mom also held Dad’s arm.
Dad said, “Don’t think this will make me change my mind.”
Mom replied to him in the evening glow, “I know, there won’t be a next time.”
The sunset that day fell into the river, so beautiful.
Mom told me it was called “half the river a dismal green, half the river a fiery red,” the most beautiful scenery under the sky.
If I had known that was the last time Dad, Mom, and I would watch the scenery, I definitely wouldn’t have dozed off.
I would have watched carefully, remembered it all.
But in the end, my happiness, along with the sunset, sank into that dismal, emerald river…
