Mei collected her senses and managed to join the queue for the checking of their tickets and then the security check. She could well understand Ming, who removed his schoolbag from his back, showing he was ready before her and couldn’t wait to see the bullet train.
Instinctively, she touched his head. The warmth of his skin and the softness of his hair calmed her. A strong connection between mother and son was radiating somewhere. Seemingly, Ming was growing back into her womb and she could, once again, feel a baby’s genuine kicks.