The Whole Family Is My ICU

If you have ever seen how the March wind carefully blows the petals away, you will understand how much the whole family loves him. This story is about a child who has been lost for nineteen years. When he came back, he couldn't laugh, talk, or act coquettishly, and he would tremble even if he was touched by others. The way he huddled in the corner looked like a kitten that had been abandoned too many times. And his family spent a whole year peeling him out of that dark shell bit by bit. There are no earth-shattering feats, just a cup of warm water every morning, a bowl of hot soup late at night, and the sound of footsteps on the corridor until dawn. And that person. When he saw him for the first time in the stairwell, he said: "No one can make you cry again." Later, he did it, not because of how strong he was, but because he was willing to use the stupidest way - to cry with him, to be afraid with him, and to walk out step by step from the fragments of his nightmare. This is a story about coming home and healing. It is also a story about "peace of mind". Peace of mind is not about finding a destination, but finally having the courage to believe that this time, I will not be left behind again. I hope everyone who reads this story can find the hands that make you feel at ease.