The old man looked at him with a smile, sensing Benjamin’s disbelief. "Don’t be so sure you don't believe it. I believe it. Mr. Franklin even said that the person I've wanted to see for years, I might still be able to see. The person I've always wanted to see is your mother. She’s so gentle and beautiful, and treats everyone so kindly. I’ve been fighting to stay alive just so I can see her one more time before I die."
Benjamin tightened his hand on his knee slightly, recalling the taste of the braised ribs he'd eaten that day. The taste was exactly the same as his mother's. Was it just a longing for his mother that made him feel like he was having that illusion? Or did the taste truly resemble it that much?
For a moment, he couldn’t tell the difference.
"I’ve been dreaming about your mo
