"Father, today is the moon festival, so the moon is at its brightest and roundest. Mother must have seen our celebration and seen us eating delicious mooncakes, right?" At the entrance of the restaurant, Amy lay in Mag's arms and looked up at the moon as Mag sat on the stairs.
All of their friends had departed and everything had fallen silent, yet the bright moon still hung high in the sky.
"Of course. She must have seen Amy's adorable dance and seen us eat delicious mooncakes." Mag nodded in response.
Amy cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled up at the moon, "Mother! It's me, Amy! I really miss you!"
Mag looked down at Amy, and his heart throbbed with sympathy.
