Chapter 53: Poor Jim

Heavy downfall scribbled on the windshield, pouring down like small streams, making their way through the glass as Ryan fixed his eyes on something rather insignificant on the window beside him.

A year old child cuddled inside her mother’s lap happily. The moment her mother’s sweet lullaby resounded through the pouring noise, he felt warm, as if he was hearing his mother. People ran around to find shelter as no one expected this sudden rain, not even the weather forecast. Their scrambled footsteps splashed water everywhere on the soaked pavement.

His heart raced with the tinkling of rain pouring, remembering the day he first received a full mark on his drawing in kindergarten. People normally forget those early memories, but he remembered. He remembered every tiny detail of his mother there could be. He fixed them in his heart permanently.

 If anyone asks him about his last wish before death, it would be to remember his mother&rsqu