When I opened my eyes, I saw some moldy ceiling. I looked around the room. Many of the cement floors on the floor were broken. One piece was patched here and the other. The color varied. The bed was very big, about 2 meters long. It creaked when I moved my body. Where was this place? There are still baskets of children to raise, my God! It's so sad. Didn't I drink a few more glasses of wine on my birthday? Could God do this to me? And you sent me here without giving me a golden finger. How will I live in the future?