I thought that such a feminine behavior as writing a diary would never have anything to do with me, but I did it anyway; I thought that day was the most painful day in my life, but I met her; I thought that she was my rightful daughter, but I found that I could only be her confidant. There are always too many "original thoughts" in life, so there are more "backfires", but I am still grateful to God. Because I never regret knowing her.
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