The police came to handle the fire that very night. It was a month later when they found the remains of Bai Yien—my biological mother—on the north slope.

On the day they found the remains, I dreamt again, above the remains, the rhododendrons were in full bloom, and a song drifted in the air:

“Sleep, sleep, my dear baby. All the blessings of happiness in the world, all the warmth, belong to you.”

After that, I never had that dream again.

Author: Yuanyuan Yixiao