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The subway to spring

The subway to spring

By myrell egglestonPublished 3 years ago 3 min read

When Marel turned 40, he lost his job. His wife had an affair overnight and went nowhere, leaving him and his son, who had a brain disease, to live alone together.

With the further deterioration of his son's condition, Marel no longer had money for his son to see a doctor, and his son was safe during the day but noisy at night. He was exhausted by his distraught son. His old love for his son faded, replaced by anger and anger, even hatred, for what he had done to make his life worse. One day, Marel, no longer able to bear it, finally made a decision. So, after breakfast, he took his son to the subway - he decided to abandon him!

Marel bought a long-distance train ticket because he was afraid that his son would be recognized and would return to him and become a burden to him again. When he finally reached the entrance to the subway, Marel tried several times to let go of his son's hand, but after several attempts, seeing that the police were present, he still squeezed his son's small hand. That day, the son was surprisingly good, not at all noisy, perhaps because he had been confined at home for a long time, because he saw the sun and happily obeyed his father's wishes. He followed his father's footsteps into the car, looking at the blurred Windows and the shadow formed by the other train rushing towards him, he noticed that the image released from the window was blurred, but it had a beautiful circle.

The son saw the god, but Marel was not concerned about this, as the subway through a culvert, he immediately let go of his son's hand, and then hide away. The son also thought that his father was beside him, a new station arrived, the train stopped, the son followed a middle-aged woman off the train. Marel, who remained in the carriage, was pleasantly surprised that he had finally lost his son and was relieved. The son was still walking along the wall of the station, following the middle-aged woman. There is a huge public welfare poster on the wall, which reads: Everyone has a dream, we must know how to care for it. Is the son his dream? Marel thought nothing of this, and finally the train started...

Merrell was back in his own city, free of his son, and he found that his free hand was suddenly much easier. Walking in the square in the center of the city, he suddenly became tired and sat down on the steps of the square to rest. The square is covered with pigeons and flowers, the middle of the flower bed put out such words - flowers to children, he suddenly thought of today is "61" children's Day. Marel suddenly thought of his son, of how he would live without anyone to take care of him, of how he would be completely dependent from now on, and lead a more lonely life... Marel's heart shook violently, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. He could not sit still any longer, ran quickly to the station, bought the same ticket as before, and hurried on to the subway.

When a kind-hearted man helped him find his son and led him to the child, Marel found the child standing alone in a corner of the station. The son turned his head upward and looked up at the roof of the station hall, which was made of welded steel and clearly showed a round dome!

This is a true story that happened in Mexico. I don't know whether the child's illness can be cured, and I don't know how his father will raise the money for his treatment, but there is one thing I can believe, that is: his father will never abandon him again! Even when their lives were hard, with a son, his father always found a way out! Everyone's heart has a dream, we must carefully care for, do not let the dream empty; Everyone's heart has such a train to the spring subway, it leads us to awakening, to conscience, to the great affection and love!

(When common sense fails, love is the answer!)

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    Written by myrell eggleston