like to ask you to make me… laugh, but I don't dare…. because I don't want you to grieve… don't want you to cry for me…. But my last request will be to you…. I want from you ... .. '
I take a deep breath, can hardly speak, I would really like to tell you my request, but I can't. You look at me sadly, you wait patiently for me to continue speaking and yet I can see your hidden anger, anger at the hunter who took me away from you. And yet you don't show it, don't want to let me die in sorrow, but I've seen it long ago because I'm your mother. I open my mouth again and want to make my request, but I can't. I close my eyes and it turns black around me. No pain, no sadness, no feeling is here now and I know ... I have left you, know that I was cruel to you, because I could not express my request and so ... I will wait for you and try to do everything I can to help you forget me ..Epilogue: Phu and another story finished although I think that this time it is not as soulful as the last: P
I thought maybe you'd like to know what your son thought about it at the last moment, so I wrote a short paragraph that describes what he was thinking. Just read on ^^.