It was said that the butterfly perished in the summer, and the whale drowned in the sea.Harry had shown signs of life in the summer. But in the same season, he faded into silence.I held the small urn and could not stop crying.Harry had raised me. But I had been the reason he was gone.Yvonne was my best friend. She was also my psychologist.I trapped myself in the past. I was lost in fantasies where Harry was still alive.I needed to wake up from my fantasies one day. I needed to carry on with my life for both of us.Harry was full of life, so I traveled around the world. Everywhere I went, I left behind his favorite flower—the sunflower.After a few years, Yvonne had a child and invited me over to visit them.Her child was already three years old. I prepared a gift for her. “My goddaughter is very beautiful.”The little girl thanked me shyly. Then, she pointed behind me and said, “Godmom, the man beside you is really handsome!”I froze. By the time I came back to my se
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