Grace Through Pain Wheel of Destiny — Morimens

"What is memory?" "It is what you have forgotten." Lily has a forgetful mother. She forgets to call Lily for meals, forgets to give Lily her medicine, and even forgets Lily's name. "What should I do?" Lily sat on the hospital bed, pretending to be deep in thought, and sighed. Such a mother is truly worrying. Later, Lily wrote her name on a wooden board and hung it around her neck every day. That should help her remember, right? At first, her mother could still laugh and say she was overreacting, that it was just a complication from long-term fatigue. Gradually, she began to show confusion and impatience: "Lily... what is Lily?" Amber eyes gazed at Lily, carrying a hint of veiled caution. It turned out that when the meaning of words is forgotten, the harmony temporarily maintained through language will ultimately disappear. Lily hugged her mother. The heartbeats of mother and daughter were merely inches apart, yet she felt extremely lonely. After that day, Lily put away the wooden board, no longer indulged in her mother's affection, and stopped reminding her that she had gone hungry for many days. She was a sick patient on the brink of death, numbly waiting for the verdict of death. She was a distant spectator, watching herself being injected, anesthetized, and manipulated into any form her mother wished her to be. The happy words exchanged between mother and daughter, the soft embraces... Those joyful memories flashing like dreamy bubbles were carefully locked in Lily's heart. Only on some weary nights did she reluctantly take them out and gently savor them.