Today, when I was sleeping with my daughter, the darkness shrouded me, and my mind was particularly active. It was back to my childhood, when I was arguing with people from my childhood. When I was arguing, I suddenly felt that I could write it down to record or vent these shadows.
Some people say that an unfortunate childhood takes a lifetime to heal, but can it be cured? I think it will be delayed until the end of death. Otherwise, how can we describe this time in a lifetime? If a disease cannot be cured until death, it can be called a terminal illness. After all, healing is an imaginary word, used to confuse the public and increase their fantasies.
My childhood was like a mouse.
Intention: If it cannot be cured, at least open the wound