Home is a shelter from wind and rain, and my home is used to hide secrets.
For nineteen years, I have been like an apple wrapped in plastic wrap in the refrigerator, living in a sterile environment.
Three days ago I found the new rules posted on the refrigerator.
Boom, boom.
It seemed like someone was asking for help.
I tried my best and finally escaped from this familiar cage.
As everyone knows...
1. First-person short story, slightly suspenseful, no CP;
2. It may be a bit depressing and has no prototype, so eat with caution.
3. One chapter is completed, and there will be a third-person extra story in the follow-up.
Purpose: Praise maternal love
