A Red Lunar Eclipse

"Wow...Mom and Dad, you are so young in the photo...Are you still teenagers?" Sherry, a junior high school student, glanced happily at the photo album sitting next to her mother, Eliana, and asked meekly.

Hearing this question, a gratified smile appeared on her face immediately. Looking at the photo, she nodded slightly: "Well... When I first met your dad, I was about eighteen years old. This was the first time we took a photo together." She whispered. "Really? Then... was Dad your first love, Mom?"

"Yes. We were each other's first love, Sherry." She stroked her hair softly, and it sounded warm. "But..." Suddenly, her little face became stiff, and the smile on her lips quickly disappeared. "I read a line in a story...that...first love never works out, Mom."

"Haha...it's all a false belief, Sherry." With a warm smile in her eyes, her glistening brown hair gleamed in the sunlight streaming in from the huge window next to the sofa.