Cole walked through the corridor and pushed open the door to his mother's bedroom.

He stood at the door of his mother's bedroom and looked around carefully, it was very quiet.

Lin's room was empty, with no paintings or people living together. A simple bed was placed in a corner.

"What's wrong with you?" Lin was talking in her sleep, her face twisted by the sadness deep in her heart: "Someone hurts you? I'll beat them up."

Cole stroked his mother's forehead with his little hands and said softly: "Mom, go to bed."

Lin really slept quietly.

This scene can be said to make many people feel heartwarming.

Cole loves his mother the same, and his mother loves Cole, even dreaming of protecting Cole.

Cole sat in front of the tent and looked at it for a long time, as if someone had moved. He nervously tied the sheets to his chair and hurried into the tent.

In the theater, the audience couldn't help but feel nervous.

Because, everyone knows that the previous Cole's tent sheets were loose, which was definitely not unintentionally by the director, but was laying the foundation for the next plot.

Sure enough, soon, something that the audience was worried about happened.

Cole turned on the flashlight and the tent lit up. But the top of the tent began to crack. Cole followed the crack and saw a girl about 8 years old vomiting in the corner of the tent. Cole ran out of the tent like running away, and the whole tent collapsed.

Cole ran to the living room and hid next to the sofa.

Sebastian had long been hiding under the sofa.

Cole held his breath and waited. Nothing happened.

He took a breath and looked at the bedroom, as if there was no movement.

A few seconds later, Cole stood at the door, looking at the tent standing like a hump, and made up his mind. He walked to the tent and slowly lifted the sheets off, and it was still the same girl.

The girl retching twice, looked up at Cole and said, "I feel much better now."

Cole suppressed his fear and said, "What do you want to say to me?"

This was a change in helplessness, and perhaps this was the first time Cole faced his abilities.

Instead of being scared to escape again and again like before.

But for a child, it's too painful.

The picture is changing and it's dawn.

On the bus, Malcolm and Cole were both wearing formal attire.

Cole's head was covered with the car window glass and looked at the view outside.

The car was passing a cemetery. Cole suddenly retracted from the window, calmed down, and said to Malcolm: "She ran a long way to come to me, right?"

Malcolm glanced at him and said, "I think so."

Cole didn't say anything, took out his tie and tied it.

A simple-looking house stands on the corner of the street, with a well-renovated grass in front of the house. People in black formal attire sadly enter and exit the front door.

Cole and Malcolm joined the visitor's crowd and walked slowly towards the door.

A girl about 4 years old is sitting on a swing in front of the room.

Cole wondered: "Is it her sister?"

The camera turned to the family's house, which was full of people. The grieving people gathered together in groups of three or three and whispered.

Through these conversations, the audience was informed of some information.

"I experienced it when my dad died of cancer. But can you imagine this child being ill for two years?"

“How many doctors have you seen?”

"I think there are 6."

"6 doctors?"

"I think so."

These conversations revealed a lot of things, such as the child was ill in bed for two years and saw six doctors.

And through the conversations between these people, the audience knew that the young man was also sick.

At this time, the camera gave a family photo hanging next to the stairs. In the photo, two girls of all sizes were standing in front of their parents and smiling at the guests.

Malcolm and Cole quietly went upstairs.

The narrow walkway was filled with injections and mattresses to clean up. Cole stood at the door of the girl's bedroom and didn't want to go in.

Cole looked at Malcolm, a little scared and begged: "Don't leave, okay?"

Malcolm nodded and said seriously: "I certainly won't."

Cole waited for a long time at the door before twisting the handle of the bedroom door.

This was also a different journey for him. It was the first time he faced his own abilities and tried to use his abilities to help others.

Cole walked into the girl's bedroom and closed the door behind her. A special hospital bed was placed near the window of the room, with some greeting cards from relatives and friends sticking on the wall, and a shelf was filled with various puppets, next to the shelf was a puppet stage and a camcorder with a mini tripod.

Cole walked to the shelf, picked a finger puppet dancer and put it in his pocket.

There are a bunch of videotapes on the girl's desk, with labels on them, including "1996 Christmas Puppet Show" and "Birthday Party Puppet Show"...

Cole walked towards the cabinet while reading the label carefully.

Suddenly, a thin hand reached out from under the bed and grabbed Cole's ankle.

Cole instinctively jumped back and sat down to the ground.

The girl squatting under the bed pushed a jewelry box to him.

Neither of them spoke.

Meanwhile, the girl's mother, Mrs. Collins, was twenty-seven or eight years old, received condolences from mourners in the living room.

Holding the jewelry box in his hand, Cole walked through the crowd to the girl's father, Mr. Collins, and a thin man. He sat blankly like a statue.

Cole looked at Mr. Collins and shouted, "Sir?"

The man did not respond, but the guest next to him looked at the little boy strangely.

Cole mustered up the courage to ask again, "Excuse me, sir. Are you Kira's father?"

The man nodded.

Cole shivered a little, and he handed the jewelry box to Mr. Collins: "This is for you. She wants to tell you something."

My father's eyes showed confusion and pain, and it took him a long time to gently take the box from Cole's hand.

Cole turned and left.

My father opened the jewelry box and there was a videotape without a label.

The TV was on and the guests watched the TV one after another.

Mr. Collins sat.

The snowflake spots on the TV were quickly replaced by puppet shows.

There are two puppets on the stage. While they are dancing, they can hear the voice of Kira.

Puppet 1: No, he is coming and is walking towards me.

Puppet 2: Want to dance?

Puppet 1: I came with my friend.

Puppet 2: How about we jump first? If I can’t dance well, you can kick me.

Puppet 1: OK.

The father smiled with great heartache as he watched the puppet performance.

Almost everyone in the living room was watching!

Footsteps came from the TV.

Kira quickly put away the entire stage. The audience could see the entire room from the TV. The camera was in a corner of her desk.

Kira climbed onto the bed and pretended to be sleeping. The door opened and Mrs. Collins came in with a sandwich and soup.

The people in the living room were looking at it, but the father's eyes never left the screen:

My mother put the dining plate on the desk and it happened.

The mother walked to the cabinet, opened it, took out a bottle of detergent from a pile of detergent and sponges, and looked at the ingredients inside.

She walked to the side of the dining plate, opened the lid of the detergent, poured some on the lid, felt that it was too much, and poured some back into the bottle. Then she poured the rest into the soup. Then she put the detergent back into the cabinet.

The mother brought the dining plate to the edge of the bed, placed it on the metal rotating table, and turned the tabletop to the bed.

Mrs. Collins: "Qilla, it's time to have lunch."

Kira pretended to have just woken up: "I think it's much better."
To be continued...