There is a shadow in my childhood that I still cannot forget.
My father talked a lot to me that day, as if he knew something big was about to happen.
He died the next day, his father died, and his face was stripped off, with a weird smile...
The scary thing is that he told me that my skin has good texture, is relatively tender, and is very comfortable to apply...
It's already a bit scary, but it's well written.
It's good, but the word isn't very good.