Without looking back, Snow Cecy said in a low voice, "throw it away."

"Why?"

Rubbing his eyes, Mike was about to cry again. "Can't I stay and have a look occasionally?"

"No." Snow Cecy's tone was a little harsh. "It's just a dream. We should be sober. Now you can see yourself. What your father looks like. It's just a joke to keep these things."

Then she went out.

"Mommy..."

Mike knew he couldn't change his mother's mind. If he caught up with her, people would laugh at him.

he could only shed tears on the bed.

After throwing the things into the trash can, Snow Cecy was about to...