The Return Journey of the Beautiful Witch

It was no coincidence that there was an Uncle Sam in every town until I actually ran away from home for the first time. The world is like an egg. One day the egg broke, and the shells and liquid were scattered everywhere, and most of them had lost their vitality. Things that I thought were ordinary became less ordinary as I grew up. I haven't seen my mother for a long time. Where is she? Is she okay? Do the Rogers children have a tradition of running away from home? I miss her so much.