My mother and my mother love each other very much, this is what my mother said
I don't know their story. My mother died very young. I was adopted and never met her. In fact, I don't think they loved each other.
I have been curious about their story all my life. My mother never mentioned it. I have never heard or seen any evidence of love.
But it's different now. My mother started telling their stories one by one because my mother was dying.
"At the end of midsummer
I looked up and saw a flying bird
From then on I fell in love with her freedom."
Demining:
first person
Writing novice
Update as the occasion arises
If you don't mind, don't come
Purpose: Reject school violence and oppose domestic violence