God chose to wrong me first, and then unexpectedly compensated me when I got used to living with people who were as unfortunate as me.
I was eight years old that year, an age where I know how to be content and happy.
In fact, what is unfortunate and what is fortunate can only be viewed from a secular perspective. At least many years later, I found that maybe it was just a futile and a futile experience.
Big cheers for the author↖(^ω^)↗