After the heart transplant surgery, I have been plagued by nightmares.
In the dream, I seemed to have turned into a dog, with my legs and feet broken, and a chain around my neck. I could only twist and crawl on the ground. I lived in a dark basement without seeing the light of day. A man who terrified me kept wandering outside the iron door.
I kept comforting myself that this was just a dream.
Until one day...
The basement appeared in front of him in his dream, and the man lingering outside finally opened the iron door, and the light gradually illuminated his face.
I was surprised to find that this man looked exactly like my stepfather.
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Note: The text is in third person
A short story with more than 100,000 words, the author is asking for collection online
Intention: Cherish everything you have now, the beauty will be tomorrow