When the rain falls, there is always someone who decides for me how to live——
The name with the tongue cut off, the word "good" nailed on the application form, the dazzling light at the wedding, the repeated smile in the delivery room... I am a specimen with hair soaked by rain, growing into a gentle outline in the palm of others.
Until one new night, my drowning throat began to tremble.
It turns out that the sound of rain can also lie.
It stole my morning and turned my whole life into darkness.
Some people said that my life was happy and perfect. I smiled and did not shake my head.
Purpose: Dominance and awakening under stereotypes
