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輕浪

寫寫生活、心情、抒發釋放新天地 漂泊搖晃的海浪 一波又一波往前 直到打上岸

Impermanence

Photo by Holly Stratton on Unsplash

A more usual morning shift

Just wanting to get the job done so I can be a pay thief


Just in the middle of the busy, suddenly the public machine rang


: Qinglang Homestay Hello

|Hello~ I'm the father of the tenant who stayed in Building A 501 yesterday.

: Hello, what's the matter?

|My daughter had a car accident yesterday. She is still awake in the intensive care unit. I want to help her check out


: Good (wrong, Tian Ah is the little sister who stayed yesterday, how could it be!)

|Can I go to the room now and pack her things, or you guys

: Since the guest has not checked out, we are not very convenient to tidy up and need you to go

|Okay, then I'll go from the police station now


A phone call is enough to disrupt all my thoughts

car accident? Intensive care unit? That sweet little sister? Everything happened suddenly

Her father should be very sad now! A trip turned into a dad running for her

The police station, the hospital, the homestay, and the scene of the car accident should be too busy to eat!


(Dad stood at the door of the homestay and knocked on the door)


: Is he the father of 501's sister?

| Yes! (covered with sweat, holding a small plate full of handwritten contracts, panic reply)

: OK, then I'll open the door for you

|Excuse me~


When I opened the door, I saw a double bed with traces lying down in the room, an open suitcase lying flat


This should have been what my sister saw at night when she was going to buy things and go back to the B&B to chat and drink.

But now he's in the intensive care unit recovering, and Dad hurries into the room, packs his things, covers his suitcase


I think everyone's nose is sour when they see this picture



It's an ordinary day, but someone almost lost his life. Life is impermanent.

Sister, you need a speedy recovery. I hope to see your gentle smile next time.

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