I was lying on a pile of rice in a dilapidated abandoned warehouse, looking at the sky from the dilapidated roof. The sun was so warm.
My mother always locked me in the house. I was so scared that I would hide in the cupboard and cry. I didn't dare to cry too loudly. If the neighbors found out, my mother would beat me.
Once, a little boy by the window heard my voice, knocked on the window, and whispered: "Don't cry, I have a lot of glass beads, give you one, and I will take you to my secret base to play."
I seem to have made some promise...
Intention: Two-way redemption
