I saw this post in the forum, so I helped this friend to reprint this article, hoping that more people would see it, and I hope that the people this friend is looking for could see this article...
[Dancing just wants to say that the Internet is a virtual world, but the virtual world also has human feelings. I hope friends who see it can reprint this post!]
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Main poster: [betty_cai] 2005-9-3014:46:19Reply to edit
I suspect BBRIVER is my runaway brother Cai Dahe
But he ignored me. If it's not you, please forgive me.
The mother has died of illness. I don't want to tell you this news, but I'm afraid you won't contact me. No such joke. My father found a photo of you when you graduated from elementary school and looked at it again and again. If you don't want your father to miss you so much, just give me a call. When my mother was at the funeral, I was the one who threw the tiles.
You can continue to do what you want to do, and I will never interfere with you. Please be sure to call me and home. Mother loves you the most. How does she feel if you don’t call her on August 15th? I have been saving money for you in the original card. You can use it as your fare home.
Mother before she died of illness. I have always said that I would go to the fields with my father to look at our apples. Later, I said that I would wait until August 15th before going. I guess she was waiting for your call. If your call didn't come, you would think how sad she was. Later, after August 15th, there were no more people. She went to the fields alone.
Your second sister has been listening to fortune tellers saying that our mother will be in trouble this year, but she is afraid that I will worry and dare not tell me. This year, in July, I had an argument with my boss. When I returned home, my mother was so skinny that there was no longer any flesh on her body. Every time I called, she always said she was fine and she was fine. She was afraid that I would worry. I called her the night before she died, and she said she was fine. She said the dumplings they made that day were delicious.
She didn't sleep that night, she was probably feeling very uncomfortable, and she didn't tell others for fear of worrying others, so she always felt that she could get through it. Unexpectedly, she didn't eat anything the next day and couldn't sleep the whole time. Around 6 p.m., your second sister sent Aunt Juan out, and her soul probably followed her out. When our father went in, she was already dead. .
After Mom's funeral, whenever there was a phone at home, Dad would suspect it was your call and couldn't sleep after answering the phone.
This is the only clue I can find that seems to be my brother. I forgot to like this post, thank you! ! ! !