Children are the crystallization of love and proof that two people have achieved success.
In the delivery room, her temples were soaked with sweat and her face looked pale. The little person was weakly breathing in her arms. No one except her felt happy about the arrival of new life.
"Mom, I'm afraid I won't be able to support her when she grows up. Promise me to tell her that my mother loves her very much. Mom, I hope that when she grows up, she can meet someone who loves her, tolerates her, and is tolerant. Never be like her mother..."
Intention: Some love has no results and can only stop here