Good Night My Little Prince

This story is simple and unpretentious. There are no such things as time travel, skills, systems, and frivolous content. Every word is written from the bottom of my heart. I hope you can read it carefully. Thank you. There are still a lot of windows outside the windows lit up now, and the city sky is suffused by the lights and turns into a bright red. I squatted in front of the bed and took a closer look at the child. He had his eyes closed tightly, his long eyelashes moving with his even breathing, his white skin, and the child's unique milky fragrance. I sat next to him for a long time, not knowing what to do. I wanted to stare at him and touch his little hands, but also wanted to rush out and never come back. About half a year ago, I was a happy college student, a junior, and I always liked to call home and act like a baby in front of my parents. I always thought that I was still very young, and I was still a child who needed to be reminded to wear more clothes when it was cold and take more baths when it was hot. But God suddenly gave me a nightmare child as a joke. What's even more terrifying is that this child called me daddy. He was still half-grown and could run, jump, play football, and even write love letters to female classmates. I don't want to believe it myself, and I believe most readers who read this article won't believe it either. But facts are facts. From that day on, it seemed like it was a lifetime ago. I can't help but sit in front of the computer and want to pour it all out. It's so difficult to be a father. I pay tribute to all fathers. As soon as I sat down next to the computer, I saw so many dirty marks on the edges of my white notebook and the messy candies on the table. I know my writing is not good, so I recorded this matter