Patterns

The weekend was almost over when things changed. They were all ready to log this weekend as something that gave them little progress. There was just too much history that they do not know about their mother.

Qing Lok and Qing Chen consulted everything that they knew about her but little were only provided to their knowledge. They did not even know which country she came from. One paper said she was from Europe, another says she was from the West.

The truth buried deep in all the lies.

Before they closed off for the night, Qing Chen was in the living room, turning on the news just for the sake of something else to occupy his mind for at least just a few minutes.

Headlines tonight were about an explosion in the first floor of a building where a bunch of individuals gathered for their yearly foundation meeting. The whole building was now unstable and needed construction.

"Wuming," they all said at the same time just as the door swung open.