It has been three years since I woke up from a vegetative state. All the memories in my brain have been cleared, and even language expression has become impaired.
A twenty-year-old high school student, ridiculed and teased by others.
Forbearance, is there only forbearance?
His mother's inexplicable guilt towards him, his sister's bone-deep hatred, and his brother's ambiguous concern.
The endless entanglement between siblings.
Is this still home?
The boyfriend who appeared out of thin air, ten years of waiting.
The thorny roses blooming all over the ground.
Invisible threads. Tangled and twisted, the so-called truth is presented face to face.