In my last life, I was emotionally unstable and would hit and scold my children when I was raising them. As a result, my children became estranged from me when they grew up. They even fell ill in bed and were unwilling to even take care of me. I had countless regrets in my heart. However, my children refused to talk to me. I even wanted to talk to them about many things, but I was unwilling to listen to them. Whenever I opened my mouth, we would quarrel.
If I could do it all over again, I would guide my children well instead of beating and scolding them whenever they get impatient and things don't go their way. Finally, I died on the day I regretted most...
