Susan+Hyacinth

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“Mom… where is dad?” The woman sighs, in that sudden she seems much older. She opens a locked box, as she walking, a paper falls down. “I’ve never told you about this because you were small, but now…” she starts sobbing quietly, “you are probably big enough to know this.” Cyril feels his hand turns cold and wet; his heart is bumping so hard that seems going to jump out. He thinks he know what she is going to say. At last he didn’t get the answer, but he doesn’t want to ask anymore. Some secrets are better keeping in heart forever. He picks up the paper; it is a letter from his father. “…Every time you look up at the sky, you can see my eyes.” Cyril raises his head. Outside, a little bird flies straight into a tree and disappear; the sky is as clear as sapphire, and… he tastes something liquid, salty and warmed.