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When I woke up that morning, the house was quiet, without the noise of the radio or the aroma of brewing coffee.
The father told the little boy: "She is gone forever."

But the little boy knew that his mother had not left, she had died, and the little boy would never see her again.
People would put her in a big box and bury her in the soil, where she would gradually turn into dust.
Everyone was so gentle to the little boy, and no one told him that his mother would never live again.
But the little boy knew what death was like, that he was gone forever...

Mom passed away.
Everything is different from before, only life continues endlessly.
What should I do to avoid forgetting my mother?
The little boy wants to keep his mother's breath and voice,
At the same time, he also wanted to take good care of his father.
It’s like mom never left for a moment and still stayed with them...