When I looked at the receipt, the signer’s name caught my eye. It was my son who sent me the money. Suddenly I was deeply moved. I got up from bed and started pacing back and forth in my cell. Since my imprisonment, this was the first time my son sent me any money. It was now the winter break for my son’s school, I really missed him. He must have missed me too, that was probably why he sent me this money to show how much he was thinking of me. The truth is that every night his thin figure hovers in my mind and the thought of him always torments my broken heart.
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