I told that kind of story.
The more I talked about this, it felt my heart was spewing out pus.
I wonder if I just wanted someone to hear this.
Was it something that easy, I wonder?
"..."
Roxy listened quietly.
Not cutting in with agreement, just silently listening.
"What do you think that man should do?"
"..."
Roxy remained silent.
She might not know how to respond when being told such a story all of a sudden.
There would be no way that she would believe that this was a story of my life.
She is a wise person, so she may think that there is a hidden meaning to it.
"...If it was me, I would go to my parents' graves. I don't think it's too late even now. The same with talking to the other family members."
"But, the graves and the family members are far away, and he can't easily go to them. He may also be unable to return. That man has another life, he made a family in the new land, and he cherishes them dearly."
"He can't go back?"
"Yes. In the first place, the possibility that he can't go back is quite high."
Roxy again became silent at that.
But, this time it was short.
"In that case, there's nothing to be done. Now, he should take care of the family that's in front of him."
Roxy's words were awfully cliché.
They were words anybody could come up with and say.
It wasn't special or anything, just something that was obvious.
"Even Paul would have wished for you to do so, Rudi."
Roxy said something obvious in a matter-of-fact way.
Self-flattering.
Commonplace words.
Words that she heard from somewhere.
"Please face the future. Everybody is waiting for you.