I have forgotten the first time I asked myself if I was okay. It might have been crying secretly in bed after being denied by my mother one after another in elementary school. Maybe in junior high school, I only saw roses in gray, or when I failed the college entrance examination and experienced my father's punches and kicks for the first time. Or maybe I asked my mother in public in the dormitory of the repeat school, "Do you want me anymore?", Or even in college, everything about my family can only be known through other people. Hey, am I okay? Forget it.
Intention: All kinds of darkness encountered in the process of growing up will eventually dissipate with time