The story is happy. However, happy things are always the easiest to be forgotten. I just want to use happy stories to temporarily dilute the helplessness and pain that cannot be escaped in reality.
My precious parents, with their laughter and curses, tenderness and love. However, after all, they are just an ordinary couple in this world. They also have earthly shackles and hardships that they are destined to be unable to escape. As a child, I watched them struggle in pain but was powerless to do anything. When love is tempered into family affection, the flame of love turns into a gentle fire and burns love into the bones and blood... Who can still envy the ups and downs of love.
Holding your son's hand and growing old together with your son - what kind of courage it takes to promise to stay together for a lifetime.
I am my parents' baby, and they are my baby parents.