Nam was wearing a shirt, carrying daisies—Mom’s favorite flower that I had once told her about.
We entered the old yard holding hands. Mom was watering the plants. When she saw us, she stopped.
For a moment… and it was as if time stood still.
Before I could introduce myself, she suddenly put down the watering can and hugged Brother Nam tightly, tears streaming down her face.
“My God… is that you, Nam?!”
I stopped where I was standing.
Brother Nam was shaking, his eyes red:
“You… are you Hoa?”
I was confused. Did they know each other?
Mom sobbed:
“Twenty years… you’re still alive…”
That’s when the past began to unfold.
When Mom was young, before she met Dad, she had her first love — Nam himself.
They loved each other very much, but an accident separated them.
It was rumored at the time that Nam had died.
She mourned for several years, until my Dad arrived, who warmed her cold heart again.
They got married, and I became the fruit of their love.
But just a few years later, Dad also passed away due to illness.
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