Sweet Wife in My Arms

ashes hanging over her misty eyes in an adorable way.
She was still a kid, not grown up yet, actually.
Although her existence had been for thousands of years, or even more than ten thousand years, she was still at a young age if counting the birthday as the day her shell was broken.

 She didn’t understand many things, nor did she know that humans could die.

 She wanted to step forward, but she didn’t dare to.
She just stood still, and when she planned to move, a hand caught her from behind and took her away suddenly.

 She clasped her hands but chose to gradually relaxed them in the end…

 Until the very last moment, her face cracked with a broad smile.
The smile, even while a tear dropped from her eyes, made them look clear and pure.

 “Mom…” Suddenly, she opened her red lips…

 What the audience could hear was just her “Mom”…

 Her yearning for her mom.

 Her love for her mom.

 Her affection for her mom.

 And her apology to her mom.

 “Really amazing!” the director touched his face.
Why am I crying? A man, crying! He wiped his tears secretly, afraid of being discovered and ridiculed by others.

 However, he was really being paranoid, because the cameraman by his side was sniffing, too, and fitfully wiped his tears with a handkerchief.

 Only till this moment did he understand the kind of tears that were expressed with a smile.

 1 But even as she smiled, she was in pain.