The memory of loneliness has been there since childhood, and the memory of running away has also been there since childhood.
He is used to living a precarious life with his mother, and is used to fishing alone by the stream until dusk when it is temporarily safe. I am used to imitating my mother in wearing a loose white robe and a shabby hat to hide her appearance.
I am also used to wearing that cross... It is clear that I have no faith in God. But every time I try to take it off, I feel empty in my chest and lonely in my heart.
... Habit is indeed a terrible thing.
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