His parents exchanged a glance, helpless against his stubbornness, and reluctantly accepted the fruit.
When it was time for him to leave, they walked him to the door, reluctant to let him go. They wished he could visit more often, yet
they didn’t want him to make the trip too frequently and tire himself out.
Lucas was their only child, and their love for him was boundless. Knowing they had become a burden to him weighed heavily on their hearts, filling them with guilt and self–reproach.
But Lucas always dismissed their apologies with a smile.
“Dad, Mom,” he would say, “you’ve raised me all these years and shaped me into who I am. How could you ever be a burden to me? You’re the best parents anyone could ask for, so just relax and let your amazing son look after you, okay?”
Having started college, Lucas willingly sacrificed a spot at a more prestigious institution to stay near his parents.
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As parents, they naturally wished for him to spend more time with them, but seeing how hard he worked, they couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt. They hoped he would focus more on himself instead of worrying about them.
As Lucas stepped out of the house, he paused, turned back, and called out, “Mom, Dad, don’t let the fruit go to waste, okay? Eat it
soon before it spoils!”
“Yes, yes, we’ll eat it!” his mother replied with a wave, shooing him off toward school.
Feeling satisfied, Lucas didn’t look back again, heading in the direction of the bus stop.
His family home and Ashford University, both situated in different suburban areas, demanded a lengthy bus journey of over two
hours, complete with a mandatory transfer.
Thankfully, the buses he took were usually not crowded, so Lucas could almost always find a seat.
As the bus rumbled along the road, the gentle sway of the ride, combined with the exhaustion from his busy schedule, lulled him
into sleep not long after he boarded.
Lucas dreamed.
In his dream, he was an outsider, watching the life of a man dressed in a tailored suit, radiating power and authority. This man
commanded respect and admiration, surrounded by people vying for his attention.
But what stood out most in the dream was a young girl who had followed the man for as long as Lucas could remember.
He couldn’t see her face clearly, but something deep inside told him she was important.
Whenever their paths crossed, the girl, ten years his junior, would warmly address him as “Uncle” with an endearing sweetness.
She had no parents, no family. The man was the only person she truly depended on. Somewhere along the way, that dependence
had shifted, transforming into something more–a quiet, unspoken love.
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