How big is the loss? Just now, I was wearing a mask, stretching my feet and brushing all kinds of jokes. My daughter is playing house, and the background music is pleasant and gentle light music. The whole thing is that the years are quiet, and I am moved to send a circle of friends. Suddenly brush to this question, my blood suddenly cold. I feel an ice cube in my heart, and my goose bumps are getting up.

How big is the loss? It's been five years. In these five years, we lived a normal life, even a life that others would envy. But every time I drive alone, I want to scream and hit my head. There seems to be a crazy seed in my heart. I've been depressed. Only I know it exists, and I'm afraid I'll become a beast.

This injury will always be there, will not heal, will not be forgotten, and will come out to show its existence every time I am happy. It destroyed everything about me, turned me into a different person and made me dislike myself. All I can do is not to let it hurt my children.