My sister carried the doll on her back and walked to the garden to see the cherry blossoms. The baby cried and called her mother. The birds on the tree were laughing. Haha, baby, baby, why are you crying? Did you remember your mother's words? Baby, baby, don't cry anymore. Just tell me if you have anything on your mind. I also had a family in the past and dear parents. One day, my father was drunk, picked up an ax and walked to my mother. Dad, dad, he chopped many times. The red blood stained the wall. Mom's head rolled under the bed. Her eyes. Still looking at me, Dad. Mom. Why. Why. Then Dad asked me to help him. We buried Mom under the tree. Then Dad raised the axe, peeled off my skin and made a doll. He buried it under the tree with Mom. Doll, doll, cute doll... Who wants a cute doll... Hee hee hee doll, doll, cute doll...