Crash——
The wind rustled through the leaves, sunlight scattering glimmers of gold.
Someone softly called, "Vivian, dear Vivian, wake up, we should go home."
As the view gradually cleared, Roy saw the serene and gentle face of the woman. She looked about twenty years old, sitting under the lush trees, wearing a simple cotton dress, her reddish hair tied in a bun at the back.
The body moved involuntarily, clumsily getting up from the grass and clutching the hem of the woman's dress.
"Mom."
Roy heard the tender voice of this body, words unclear, "Is Mom done with work?"
"Yes, it's all done now."
The woman carried a bamboo basket full of beans, holding the young Vivian's hand, and slowly walked along the winding forest path. In the gentle sound of the wind, they occasionally chatted, the conversation simple and calm.
"Did Vivian play with Miss Angie this noon?"
"Yeah! She said she wanted to be friends with me... and gave me a freshly made tart."
