7 years had passed, those years are full of nasty, optimistic, and bold times that I and my mom shared in the last moments of her life.4years ago, mom got diagnosed with cancer. On her deathbed, she said," Be strong and take care of yourself, there is always a purpose to live and dwell on this world". As a black canvas, even though you can't wipe out the raven paint cover it with a colorful bucket of pigment she added. Tears drip on my face while I sat beside her bed listening to her last will. A depressing year filled my heart with torn regret and bitterness, and hopeless thought that hunts me to my sleep.
"Hey, you want some noodles? liza asks (avyanna's best friend since kinder garden). No, I'm fine, I replied. you need to eat, come on liza answered pulling my hands away from my desk.
I'm busy and I need to finish this report by next week! I mumbled. Girl, come on take a rest, rest your heart!..she said while teasing me with her hands. I will reject her offer at first but a knock on our door suddenly interrupted her witty talk.
I wonder who it is? she asked, as I walk and open the door the owner of the house approach me and said, oh there you are I'm looking everywhere for you! he said. really! why? I replied. There's a new student in the apartment, he's an exchange student from another country so I hope you can teach him and make him at home. I look at the door behind his back when I saw a tall guy with black hair and a blue jacket, who is he?