A condolence written in the name of a mother. . . . . .
What if I really experience something like this in the future? So I took a small notebook and wrote the beginning without daring to move. . .
Will my lover die too? When I love him deeply? Or did my child's lover go that way when we accepted their relationship when I had the child? Have no idea. . . I don't want to know anymore, alas. . .
Just one chapter is enough. . .