I quarreled with my husband, who was picked up from the mountains, because he insisted on replacing the patch of land in the yard where I planned to plant roses with broken bamboos dug from the mountains of his hometown. I was so angry that I pushed him out of the house and asked him to go to his bamboos. As a result, early the next morning, there was a loud knock on the door. I went to open the door with my head on the chicken coop, and there was a group of people in white coats and uniforms standing at the door.
