(The author's personal experience)
I don't know the world of adults. If society is really like what I imagined, then I hate growing up. I want to be a chick under the wings of my parents forever. I will jump up and down for small things instead of licking my wounds alone in the dark...
So, what does the world look like? No matter what, please don't hurt the pure kindness in my heart.
Intention: Questions in a child's heart