บท 271: Crimson Shadow

My ferocious and hostile attitude switched as I gazed at the man's hand… he was holding a little piece of paper wrapped in a thin layer of plastic… there wasn't anything written on it, but an image that was worth a thousand words.

It was… mother and father… they looked old… their faces were wrinkled and their expressions tired… they weren't the people I once knew.

After months I had spent in silence, I spoke once again just to ask the man:

"What is this?"

His faint smile remained stamped on his face as he opened his mouth once again:

"Look at them, this photo was taken three days ago"

I once again turned my head toward the photo…

My father and my mother were holding each other's hand, they looked tired but satisfied as they came out of a little garden…

Behind them was a house with white walls and a little lawn… it looked familiar, almost giving her a sense of Deja Vu.