At his 38th birthday party, he held an empty glass and followed the toast, but no one poured it for him. The red scarf was given, the label was turned over to see the price, and he stuffed it back with a smile. The moment the elevator door closed, my mother turned and left without looking back. He wanted to die that night, but he didn't. When I opened my eyes, I was 16 years old again. After rebirth, he had only one thought: let those people see him. It's not like receiving an award on a platform. It was the way my mother saw her standing at the door of the kitchen with her eyes red. It was the kind of sight where dad patted him on the shoulder and said, "Do a good job." It was the kind of sight where my younger brother called me from my hometown and said, "Brother, I miss you." Then he was actually seen. But grandma's jar of chili sauce had a crooked sign on it that read "Jianping Eats" and she hadn't opened it yet.
Purpose: Use a second chance to put your family back in your eyes