Human beings are both strong and weak, humble and reverential, perceptive and often indifferent.
A Diderot.
At exactly 2 o'clock in the morning, the heavy clanging of the bell sounded, and I once again saw my mother, as if she was in a daze, standing above the window sill of my room with empty eyes. Within a moment, she plummeted straight down!
Boom!
My mother's head was completely torn apart before my eyes!
A lot of blood kept dripping from his forehead!
The spine instantly penetrated his throat!
Her left hand happened to be split in two by the kitchen knife that fell down!
Her whole body convulsed for a moment, and she lost her balance like a top swinging wildly on the ground. She bared her teeth, endured the severe pain from her arms, screamed, and said to me in an indescribably low and weird voice: "Use your soul... To burn your body??!"
