As his anticipation grew, so did the disappointment that bred and expanded within his heart.
When the flowers bloomed to two-thirds, the little guy no longer felt happy but rather anxious. He hoped they could bloom more slowly so that he would have more time to wait.
He wondered, once all the flowers had bloomed, what he would do if his mother still hadn't returned?
Uncle Qing Yi said that when the flowers bloomed, his mother would come back. But when they had all bloomed and she hadn't returned, what could he hold onto to continue hoping?
Eventually, hope was eroded by despair; the scales in his heart lost balance. All his hope was crushed under the weight of despair. He realized these flowers couldn't bring his mother back.
The little guy started to become depressed, his gloom written all over his face. He no longer resembled the energetic and vibrant child he had been not long ago.
