A little sweet snow

were being dyed by the late afternoon light of the ear

w street lighting gradually switched on on the village's cement roadways. It was almost entirely black at this point, with just weak spots of light visible against the gloomy s

he lights and carrying a bag of veggies. Suddenly, I sa

rice, p

e her brain unable to comprehend anything

em all, so wrap

n if it meant selling all of the apples for hal

pack it all up f

t one to squander money on frivolous goods. But when she passed me, with just one glance, I recognized the scratch on the apple cart and the seller's wound as she move

once in a while doesn't mak

A tattooed uncle call

om of society. Since I moved here, every day I have to meet those bad people, but they won't even touch me with a finger cause they k

ntioned, I stopped at the old rusty old gate, so fragile that it s

squeak every time it was opened, like the sound of opening the path to hell. I laughed in my head at my

me for a while, my mother heard me crying again as if I was unsatisfied with something. I was even an anorexic child, which made my mother feel exhausted all of the time. Although I became more understanding

leave me to flirt with another guy ? Then you just threw it away to

a 5-year-old child - the age that should have been raised by parents' love. And eventually, some of the things I u

me to marry another man. I was moved to my

aunt, and two sassy cousins ​​spoiled by overindul

e at all. During the time I lived in that residence, I was like a person with

ys act like the world seems to be only me that exists. But the contemporary reality isn't just about me; I also have a grandma to look after

sitting on the ground, scratching the carpet with her f

though, my grandma reverts to a kid. Was this a safe solution for the elderly to escape the harsh reality and return to the past? I wonder. Because our present is

y and out of grasp, I sighed quietly. In the wonderful scenarios that I frequently dream of, there will be a mother who carefully takes care of the famil

er raised her voice wi

on the table a

hen to cook dinner. Time and living life crushed my small childhood dream. Right now, m

n the bookshelf, and looked at me with pleading eyes.

stated emphatically. With her uncomfortable health, it is preferable

that my decision is not easily changed. However, I did not want

reparing for Grandpa

he obediently fulfilled my words,

im sweet apples as well.

likes to eat. Grandpa in heaven must have been overjoyed. Then I accidentally chuckle, unl

e her as my only relative. I have had a close c

t possibly imagine that in the future, there will be someone willing to

d nine as if it is warmed by the sun and when that person departs, my life becomes gloom

that, ever since I met him, for the first time, an apathetic person like me has fe

ower bloomed