Tal found it hard to describe his feelings at that time.
Was it rage?
It didn't seem to be.
Was it sorrowful pity?
That wasn't quite it either.
The day his wife passed away, their child did not understand what it meant.
She held his hand tightly as her life waned and said:
"For people like us who are selfish and self-serving, it's hard to find a direction that's less selfish.
Tal, please promise me, if one day the child doesn't want to walk this destined path, then let him go.
And then..."
She reached out her hand to gently stroke his cheek:
"Meeting you at that time, it was truly wonderful."
That night, his wife left.
Tal did not cry, he just stayed quietly by the bed, like a motionless statue.
Later... when his son came to him, he asked a question:
"Father, did you ever love mother?"
He didn't speak.
Whether loved or not, it no longer mattered.
The person was gone.
He had to begin the next journey of his life.
