Honey

Baby, in 2030, mom will take you home. Write in front I write other people's stories all the time. Only this is my life. So this is not a novel, it has no fixed style, just like the weather, which sometimes changes from cloudy to sunny, sometimes sunny to cloudy, and there are thunderstorms, storms, and cold currents. On and off, I hope to record it until 2030. To my dear child.