We had not seen each other for twenty years, since W escaped from the asylum, and her story had faded like a framed portrait in the school hall. Although I now have a stable job, a happy family, and a comfortable life, ordinary days sometimes remind me of those years when I was depressed, numb, excited, and confused at the same time. I think I have gotten rid of her, at least before 24:00 on October 31, 2022.
Purpose: Cherish all the good things you have in front of you