September 26, 2020
It is beautiful, but not every single thing is. Many mornings when my husband is sleeping, I frequently feel the deep-suffocating longing, in which I really expect that Doraemon’s door does exist. Looking at parents’ pictures just make it worst, like someone just poked my eyes. The fact that they’re getting old each day while I cannot be there just makes it worst of the worst.
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