I dressed as my own mother who was forced to death by a villain boss, and the system said that I could go home as long as I taught my son to be a good person.
I recite the "Parenting Encyclopedia" guide to his father every day, and tell fairy tales to my cub using KPI assessment standards.
Eight years later, my son became one of the top ten boys in the city. At the celebration party, his father kissed my fingertips and said thank you.
The system prompt was particularly harsh that night: "Mission completion 100%, forced to leave after 24 hours."
While I was packing my belongings quietly, I heard my son crying quietly outside the door.
And that man who was always calm and self-possessed also held my hand in the hospital.
He held in his hand the evidence that I came from another world, and his voice was horribly hoarse:
"Where are you going?"
Purpose: Loving yourself is your lifelong career