Limit 500 words Today is my second day back in this mental hospital.
Yesterday, it was a month since Lu Li and I had a kidney transplant for one of our little nephews, and he was fine.
He asked: "My dear, your health is almost healed. I'll take you home."
I don't know whether he kept me as a pet or as his little nephew's kidney container in those days when I was stupid. I was actually quite dependent on him at that time. After all, he was good to me and the best person in the world. Although I was stupid at that time, my instinct was still there, so I kept pestering him like that.
Now that I think about it, I was the one who was too abrupt. He actually didn't go out of his way to hurt me, but those intentional or unintentional gestures of kindness, as well as the hurt after the gesture, were actually what I feared the most.
The tenderness and tenderness that came again became something I couldn't avoid, and something I didn't have the courage to touch.
So after I passed the critical period after the operation, I rejected his advances again. Maybe he appeared in front of the hospital bed frequently because he felt sorry for me, but I couldn't bear it. I don't know why. Every time I saw him in my ward, I felt uncomfortable, as if someone had fried my heart in a pot. I didn't like the numb, sour, and painful feeling.