Brave love

Chapter 1: Painful past

Early in the morning, when the dew drops are still sleeping on the leaves. The faint sunlight still lurks behind the gray clouds in the sky. Because it is winter, everything seems to put on a gloomy color.A cold wind blew, and I saw pedestrians in the street cowering in their collars. I let out a breath and rubbed my hands which were shaking from the cold. Then gently took mother's hands, which were turning pale from the cold, and began to breathe to give them warmth."Mom, are you okay?" I looked and asked my mother. My mother's face was pale from the cold. The lips are also dry which starts to become chapped.The middle-aged woman shook her head, then gave a reluctant smile to indicate that she was fine. I know my mother is not fine with asthma. But I know my mom always pretends to be okay so as not to worry me.The cold of winter reminds me of the days of living paternal grandparents' house. That is a large luxury mansion but without the warmth of an ordinary house. I still rememb