Wonderfully Unbelievable: A Young Sheldon Fanfic

"Tell you what to do, so that you can continue to feel uncomfortable after getting her back. I just need to know that she is much happier staying outside than at home. She has obviously received the admission notice and is about to reach adulthood, but they still don't let her go. They imprison her with a name that is good for her, cold-blooded her, and even ignore her. I have become a bystander. Or, even I think she can't hold it anymore. Tell me, what do you want me to do? I can't save her. I can only keep her away from this unhappy place and the parents who made her collapse. I just hope that my sister can live well and not be like a living dead like a marionette every day. It's hard to understand, isn't it? But that's how I feel about the New Year. I kept bullying her coldly and forced her to delete all contact information. My mother also came to the door to listen to us, as if we had done something wrong. But what did we do? Isn't it disgusting to watch my mother show off her achievements during the New Year and show off proudly since she was a child? I care about her, but she is almost an adult and yet I want to imprison her in the name of love? If it were you, would you want to take her back? I know it's not very polite, but I can't hold it in anymore. They both went too far. Grandma called me around six o'clock last night to say that Yanyan had been missing all afternoon, but they didn't take it seriously. Sometimes it's really strange, it's obviously their fault, why do you always make weird remarks about your sister, even though her sister is so nice…"

It can be said that this novel is nothing to me. It probably saved me time and time again. When I read this novel, it happened to be the saddest time of my illness. I was in a complete collapse state, and no one could pull me out. No matter how good I pretended to be okay, I knew very well that no one could save me, at least I couldn't save myself at that time. I thought I would be a walking zombie in that state day after day, year after year, but from one day onwards, I suddenly became unwilling to live in a hazy existence, and to die as if I had given up on myself. I began to learn their way of dealing with and thinking in their own stories, and I began to use them to save myself. She is one of them and the most important one. I learned a lot from her. Even though I still can't change my behavior of constantly recalling pain when I have insomnia at night, at least The memories are no longer filled with pain. In fact, I don't know what I am talking about, and I don't know if everyone will see it. I just discovered that another novel I read recently is also very big, and I have some deep feelings? Or do you suddenly want to make a comment and have a conversation with yourself across time and space? I don't know why I just started to organize my words. It was because my thoughts were disordered at night and my mood was too emotional (I'm omitting 10,000 words here because I feel like I said a lot of nonsense)

I really understand how Ke Yan feels. . Because you can't cry or make trouble, your parents won't coax you, even if you are only an only child. I went out to play with my classmates before and was a little late. I listened to my mother. She told me that it was not safe for girls to go together. A boy was willing to drop me off. Then I asked a relative to pick me up. She called me over and over again and scolded me for not behaving properly. She obviously said that if she was walking at night, she would find someone to accompany her. I didn't even have a puppy love, it was just that the boy was kind. I asked her how I could go back, and she asked me to go back by myself. It was late at night, and she didn't care about my safety. She couldn't hear my trembling voice and scolded me over and over again for my indiscretion. I am her biological daughter. Not only did she not believe me, she finally let me go back by myself. I was only 16 years old and she was not afraid of what would really happen. It took 40 minutes to take a taxi home, and she wasn't worried at all at this time. Whenever something happened, I always tried to coax others first, and never took care of me, not even once. Whether it's my fault or not. "You are sensible. Why does mom care about you so much?"

Suddenly I thought of this sentence: "In fact, in the corners we don't know, the love we think is hidden has not been stopped, maybe because our parents have been observing each other for a long time."

I don't know if I'm too sentimental, but I cried when I saw the end TT… Especially when Yanyan said "people live…", it felt like it hit my heart… I hope Yanyan doesn't do stupid things and stays with Sanyi forever.

Her string... Seems to be about to break. In other words, as she said, she is so tired and feels that she does not have much need to exist. No one can save her. The person who can save her is too far away to find her. No one can save her, and no one can save her. It was mentioned in it that her grandma didn't like her very much either, so no one discovered her even after she had been missing for nearly 7 hours.

In fact, I can quite understand it. A relative has a pair of twin sisters with very different personalities. The older sister was born a few minutes earlier and was required to be sensible and obedient. She often held it in her heart and found out she had depression only after working. The younger sister, who was born a few minutes later, was taken care of by her older sister and was not severely restrained. Instead, she was unable to do many things independently. Alas, I really feel that becoming a parent is something that needs to be reconsidered. After all, the impact on children is indeed lifelong.

Just like the author said, "Poor people must be hateful." It can be said that she has money to bring Sanyi back little by little. In fact, she is very lucky. She is much luckier than most people who have this kind of problem. Many people get through it by themselves when they are sick. She is lucky that she still has money to accompany her.

Help, I originally thought it was an authentic sweet article, but now I see that the candy is full of glass slag, please give it a try

I feel like I still can't get over this matter.