Mom used to happily tell me their stories.
Such a beautiful story, just like the princess and prince in a fairy tale.
Brilliant yet fragile.
Just like blue and white porcelain.
I believe that as long as two people treat each other sincerely and love each other sincerely, they can grow old together and share the same love.
But now I know that it turns out that such love as holding hands and growing old together does not exist at all.
Unattainable.
At that time, our family of four was enjoying ourselves happily.
Now it feels like a dream.
So far away.
Dreaming till now.
Then the wonderful dream was suddenly broken.
It can no longer be done completely.