Maybe it would be a new and different beginning, I secretly thought.
On the day of departure, we are at the airport waiting for the flight.
"Have you packed all the skiing equipment?
"And the camera, don't you want some nice photos? I especially learned a photography tutorial online."
I talked to myself for a while, but Amelia remained silent for a long time.
I turned to look at her in confusion.
But I found that she was staring at her phone in a daze, motionless.
"Amelia, what's wrong with you?"
I tentatively reached out and patted her.
She only came to her senses as if she had just woken up, raised her head, and let the tears roll down her cheeks like broken pearls.
The last time I saw her so sad and upset was when Grandpa Charles passed away.
"What's wrong with you? What happened?"
I crouched down nervously, holding her hand tightly and trying to give her spiritual comfort.
"Don't be afraid, no matter what happens, I'll be by your side."
She stared at me with wet eyes, crying intermittently.
"Shawn..."
