In my impression, my mother is a very powerful person. She can scare the old men on the board of directors into a daze. She can also take time out from her busy work to accompany me. She has basically never missed her growth so far.
But I have never met my father. When I was a child, I was bullied by kindergarten children and said that he did not have a father. He came home crying after school and asked about his mother.
"Mom, where is my dad? Where has he gone? Why haven't I seen him?"
"Ah, your father is dead, so you don't know?"
Before I could find my father, my own mother told me that my father had died a long time ago. Although I didn't know the meaning of death at that time, I knew that I really didn't have a father anymore, and I cried even louder.
My mother holds me in her arms
"Don't cry. You should be lucky that you still have a mother, otherwise you would be an orphan. Be happy."
Such comfort, who the hell can be happy.
It was such a man who was both shrewd, capable, and a little bit heartless. He stayed with me until I was eighteen years old, and then left me fully prepared.
Although I admit that I missed her very much in the twelve years after her death, it is not scientific at all to travel through time. It is even more unscientific to shrink the thirty-year-old me to twelve years old. At the very least, if you want to wear something, please tell me in advance that I will bring some money. And the girl wearing overalls under the tree seems to be his mother! ! ! ! !
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Purpose: Accompany each other and make up for regrets