When I heared this melody again, a girl from yesterday came to me with a sweet smile on her face, saying“hello”to me, which brought me back into the remote and quiet world. There, once I acquainted with a girl whose name was called Catty.

It was a cold morning that I got on a train moving forward the warm south. The sky had been appearing with an expression of sadness, just like what’s going on in my heart. At that moment, it seemed that I was abandoned by the whole world.what left to me was only poor eyes without any tears. Leaves were dancing in the breeze, like yellow butterflies showing their beauties to people. But to my ears, low sobbing which came from the old trees resounded. I didn’t believe whether they cried for their departed leaves or the coming season. Strangely, there were delicate sentiments floating in my heart from the very deepest that I was so lucky to find the poor likeminded friends, the old trees. When the flourishing green leaves and colorful flowers got parted with the old trees. It only itself was waiting for the cruel frost and snow, even the violent strom. Likewise. When I decided to escape this place, I found that there was just a wild field with desolation left behind. It may be a good thing that when we turn over to go off without anyone’s signs and tears. It sounds sad, but it really makes us determined.

No.13 was my seat on the train. It was a postion where I could view the scenery through the window. I believed that there must be a cynical and sad expression on my face. I just wanted to ignore others exsitence, so I really did. I never noticed anyone who were around my seats. The place which I just got away gave me a lots of memories that I tried my best to forget with my lifelong time. Pay attention please, mates. I was going to tell you a story about the number 13. Unfortunately, I was born on the day of 13th. What’s worse, at the same time, I also became an orphan fortunately. Yes, because of losing amounts of blood, my birth killed my mother. My father hated me from the very beginning, as he saw me at the first sight. All the things began with deep sorrow and cruelity. I have been 20 years old now. In the past 20 years, I lived with my grandmother. My father departed us to another unknown place. Only the special day when it was my mother’s birthday, he came back to our home to acompany mother. Only at that moment could I find my father was a father with full love for his lated wife. But he never gave me a glimps. He talked with grandmother with gentle tone, telling her keep healthy. His ignore and coldness conveying through the atomsphere attacked me. Sometimes, I wanted to shout at all the things. I ran to the riverbank that was near to our town, I found I became so funny to anger about him whom never loved me at all. Tears flow down to my mouth. It tasted nothig but salty. The water jumped cheerfully with a charming calling: “ baby, come to my embrace.” It had a moment at which I desired to have a try. But some questions huntered me at that time. What if I jump into the water? Could I got the purre freedom if I walk into the water？I don’t know. Nobody could answer me. Another sound echoed in my mind: “got out of here.” Finally I was dragged back to the way to home with an unknown strength.

Grandmother loved me really. She wanted to give all her love to me, which seemed like pay back debts to me. Apprently, nobody owed me anything. Mother lost her life because of me. Father lost his love for a daughter because of me. Grandmother lost all her rights to live a easy life because of me. All came to me with heavy weights of mountains. But what could i do but accept? For my own life, I dared not to expect much. The past avoided me like avoiding nightmare. The future ignored me like ignoring an invinsible man. Every moment of today taught me a concept of dead eternity.

The girl opposite to me on the train gave me lots of glances. I don’t know whether she had a happy story. Her smile like a bundle of golden sun that is the only thing once I envied others. But I understood it from my young age that I never could own. Surprisingly, when she smiled to me, I also expressed a light one.Turning back to the window, the sunrise faded into the distance. A light fog filled the air. An abscure shadow was looming. Yes, I saw it was my dear grandmother. She shaked her hands, saying farewell.

On my 13th birthady, grandmother left me lonely in this world. My father came back to us again. Also, it was the last time that he had returned back. Then, I began my own life, really my own life alone.

When the day came to the 20th number 13, I received a call from my distant father.

“Hello?” I picked up the telephone with a nervous sound. Every time when the telephone ring echoed in this house, I felt a little hysterical.

“ This is me.”a familiar and strange sound penetrated into my ears with a cold and firm tone. It was my father.

“Listen, I give you the call, because I have an announcement. It’s time for you to making living without my help. You are 20 years old. From today on, I won’t support you at all.” I listened to those words peacefully. I wanted to tell him that I had afforded my own life for a long time. But what he said fellowed frozed my speech. “ Eh, I think it’s no necessity for us to keep in touch.” After this, he hung the telephone. Only the deaf sounds waited me to recover from the dizzy.

Many years, I dreamt of being gaven a chance to please my father. But only a call from him, I was awaked that I never never owned his love and I wouldn’t forever.

The heavy darkness pulled me back to the real world. I looked at the girl. She was goodlooking, young, and happy. She eyed me with a curious look.

“ Hi, my name is Catty.”she broke the silence.

“ Hello, I am Linda.”I smiled to her.

“Where will you get off the train ?” I asked her.

“Actually I’ve no idea. I may get off at any time if I like..” her words draw my attention. I gave her a suspicious eye sight. She smiled, “I got the tiket that covers all the stations, because I really wander aimlessly.”

“I thought you are coming back home or going to visiting your friend.” I said.

“No, my parents went to a far place, and I am living alone now.” she added, “I want to live a happy life, because they loved me much.”

I felt there was something moisture drifted in the air. My sensitivity of 20 years told me that must be another complex story. Her smile condensed on her face suddenly, tears broke through .

“What’s up? Are you ok?”I became nervous. She revealed her sweet smile. “my parents left me for the heaven because of a traffic accident last month. But sometimes I still see them smiling to me. I still hear them calling my name.”

“I am so sorry to hear that.” I don’t know how to comfort this girl who also lost in the deep sorrow. I thought of her happiness she showed to me the moment when I sitted down my seat. I thought she must live a happy life.

“Oh, it doesn’t matter. The road ahead of me is still long, I believe I could recover from the pain. I am trying.” Her smile lightened my heart-candle.

“Yes, I believe you can.” I touched her hands.

Later, we talked a lot. It was the first time that I had talked so much with other. I couldn’t remember well what we said on the train. What I memorized was an impressive melody she shared with me. At the very beginning, there was a piece of lively rythem of drum, and then the sounds of flower coming out under the sun. it were sunflower full in bloom. I saw a girl running in the field of sunflowers under the sun.

Now, when I heard this melody again, it seems that I see the hope of everything. I seat in front of my window, it is raining outside. Fatther comes to me. He says: “if you never give up, something belonging to you will come back to you at last.” I smiled to father: “Yes, dad, thank you.”

The melody is singing , thousands of sun are spreding glory. Sunflowers are coming out in my heart.