In the winter of 1953, I opened my eyes and saw my mother in green military uniform writing, my brother and sister pinching my brother's face, and my father was still on the front line. In my previous life, I had to work very hard to pay off the mortgage, but in this life I was born in a compound - the sun slanted in through the wooden windows, and I had everything in this life.
Messy
It's OK in the front, but not in the back.