I died unexpectedly on my way home, ten years after my death. Mom and dad already have new children, and my classmates have a bright future. I can see it. But it seems that I am the only one who remains in the same place... (The child can't write an introduction, so it doesn't look very tasty. Readers, if you don't mind it, you can click into the text to read)
------------------Don't worry about it, it's the dividing line. Next are my thoughts--------------
It was already an essay three years ago, and it still looks pretty good. In addition, some bad things happened in the first half of 2024, so I still want to post it, revise it a little, and make do with it. I am a newbie with limited writing skills, so thank you for your understanding.
I feel like I can barely catch my eye, so I'll just stay. If I can't, it doesn't matter. I hope I can become better and strive to catch the eyes of all readers.
Purpose: Support juvenile criminal sentencing