When I was young, I was particularly envious of those children. She and the others grew up with their parents, and Yaya was always alone.
She longs for maternal love, longs for seeing her mother when she comes home from school, longs for being able to go home and tell her mother whenever she feels wronged...
Others say that some people are too tired to live, and perhaps death is a relief for them. They lost their mother when they were young, witnessed the death of their grandmother at the age of seven, her uncle and grandmother also passed away when she was in her teens, and her aunt who loved her also passed away when she was in her twenties.
Life is full of suffering, and when I think of heaven, I burst into tears.
Because in heaven there are her loved ones whom she misses the most and loves her most.
Isn't heaven nice? Many people leave and never come back.
