Everyone has their own patron saint. Maybe when you are frustrated, what you think is the breeze blowing on your face is actually the gentle comfort given by an invisible god.
Ever since I can remember, there has been a person with me. He grew up with me, but he didn't need to eat or sleep. He was like a ghost.
I can't see him and I sometimes think it's my imagination.
When I toss and turn, the stuffed bear lulls me to sleep.
When I get home, hot food and rice will be on the table.
I fell, and the moving gloves helped me up.
I know, my fantasy has come true.
I often hear outsiders commenting that I am crazy and talk to myself when no one is around, but I don't really care. After all, I am the only one with a patron saint.
Later, it seemed that I wasn't the only one who had it.
I entered a new world.
Purpose: Caring for lonely people