I learned about the lack of love when I was five years old. As usual, I went to water the daylilies that my mother loved when she was alive. I didn't expect to bump into someone brought back by my father. I ignored her, but it was a pity that she didn't get what she wanted. She became angry at first and said, "Hey, come here to see your mother who died long ago. What do you want me to say? Don't water these flowers. Everyone is dead. Why keep them?" Seeing that I didn't respond. "Is he really sick and lacks feelings? Who can believe it? I'm just lying to you. It's just an excuse that Mo'an made for himself so that he can feel at ease and ignore you." After watering the flowers, he walked past her without even looking at her.
The joy of being quiet and the disgust of breaking promises are just because the excitement will never be caused by me. Maybe the excitement in the depths of my memory also has everything about me. If my father hadn't kept his promises, my mother would not have been drugged when she was about to give birth, killing two people.
Intention: Be content with the situation