I looked at the child in her arms, clean and playful, with a pink princess dress, and a round face full of happy smiles, but I was so tattered, like a broken rag doll abandoned in the garbage. I suddenly regretted why a person's childhood could be so miserable, but this person was created by me, struggling to find a way out in the darkness, and the fire that was finally ignited was ruthlessly crushed. This is probably God's curse on me...
Purpose: atonement, salvation