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    At this moment, Fitz remained on his knees, tears streaming down his cheeks. Yet, he spoke with unwavering conviction: “Fitz disregards the lives of his mother and sister, focusing solely on his own future. Is this loyalty or mere selfishness?”


    Deana, his mother, replied with a serious tone, “I understand your feelings, and I know you’re in a difficult position, so I won’t hold it against you.”


    Fitz then raised his voice, dering, “Wrong is wrong! Just because you feel trapped doesn’t make it right. That’s merely an excuse! I could have chosen to stand by my mother and sister, to seek justice for you, but instead, I chose to ignore your lives and pursue my own interests, and that is simply wrong!”


    After a brief silence, Deana sighed softly and said earnestly, “You’re right; you were wrong. But now that you can see your mistakes, I findfort in that. Recognizing right from wrong shows you’re worthy of your name.”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    She continued, “Fitz, you’ve finally returned. Time is precious, and you can’t stay kneeling here forever. Mom has prepared a bath for you. Go wash up, then let’s enjoy a home-cooked meal together and have a good chat.”


    Zara, standing nearby, also chimed in, “Yes, brother! It’s not often youe back home. Spend more time with Mom; it’s far better than remaining on your knees.”


    With that, Fitz wiped his tears, stood up, and followed his mother into the old house where Charlie had spent his childhood.


    Deana led him straight to the bathroom, where a bathtub was filled with warm water, and toiletries along with fresh clothes were neatly arranged nearby.


    “Fitz,” Deana said, “I’ve prepared new clothes for you, along with toiletries and a razor. However, there’s nothing for your hair. I’ve noticed it’s quite long; why don’t you go out this afternoon and get a proper haircut?”


    Fitz shook his head, responding, “I want to grow my hair for three years, and it’s only been six months so far.”


    “Three years?” Deana eximed in surprise. “Boys shouldn’t let their hair grow too long. Given the rough conditions of your journey, it’s challenging to manage such lengthy hair.”


    Fitz replied earnestly, “Mom,st month I met a couple on the road who, like me, were on a pilgrimage to the Jokhang Temple. They were faster than I was, and we traveled together for just two days. Their pilgrimage was a way to pray for their son who had passed away from leukemia, hoping he would have a peaceful next life free from suffering. Hearing them speak about their son’s pain before he died affected me deeply. They are saving their hair to donate it for wigs for children who lose their hair due to chemotherapy. I want to do a little something for them too…”


    Deana was instantly moved to tears, surprised by the profound change in her son. After more than 20 years of raising him, she had envisioned various paths for his life—some mundane, others ambitious—but never had she imagined he would express suchpassion.


    Zara, standing at the door, also found herself in tears at her brother’s words.


    “Brother,” she said, “why don’t I donate some money to create a charity fund in your name to help those children battling leukemia?”


    Fitz turned to her with a smile, saying, “I appreciate your generosity, Zara, but please don’t use my name. I can’t bear that weight.”


    He sighed again, adding, “Once I reach the Jokhang Temple andplete my pilgrimage, I’ll do my utmost to help them directly.”


    Zara couldn’t help but ask, “Brother, won’t it take you another year to get to the Jokhang Temple?”


    Fitz smiled confidently, responding, “If I can make better progress each day, I might arrive in just eight months!”<fn2888> The source of th?s content is find[?]ovel</fn2888>