Before she died, my mother was still talking about the father she had never met.
"Arjun, Arjun, where are you? I really want to see you." Arjun is my father's name.
My poor mother was stuck with a man all her life and she never got to see that Arjun again until her death.
My mother was lying on the gray bed like this. I wiped her body over and over again, but she could no longer give me any reaction.
Maybe you want to know the story between him and Arjun. Logically speaking, family ugliness should not be publicized, but I am still willing to tell you this clichéd love story.
"I am a failure in love, so can I believe in love?"
"The wind was so strong that day that I couldn't open my eyes and ignored everything in my heart. I held your hand tightly."
Hidden in a smile, he has low self-esteem and lacks love. The proud man of heaven actually longs to be attacked by love.
Both babies are very kind and have inner struggles and processes of self-redemption and mutual redemption.
First person three updates a week
Purpose: Love will make people happy
