After that, what was told seemed to be stories, but what happened to the parties was fate. Hate, sadness, helplessness, want to save something but can't do anything, want to pray but feel exhausted, look at the scars on the child's body, think of the permanent trauma left on the child's heart, what else can we say? What else can we do? What's the point of my writing now? Perhaps we only have one thought: if only this had never happened.
Why her and what did she do wrong? She came into the world with good intentions, but in reality she was covered in bruises. Where is justice? Where is the warmth? Sometimes, she thought, if she woke up, she could go back to the past. Her slender body and fragile heart brought tears to her eyes. As a result, my father and mother were weeping, and you and I in front of the screen were also weeping.
But boy, I want to say to you, luckily you survived. So let us still have a glimmer of hope. So, after the grief, we started to get back to life. It is all the more delicate, the ordinary can no longer be ordinary, but there is sadness and helplessness everywhere.
A pregnant mother, a clumsy but considerate father, a cute and sincere little fat man, a gentle neighbor. Thank you all of you, you let that glimmer of hope gradually expand, and let us harvest some moved tears in the sadness. We may never be able to heal the girl's physical and spiritual wounds, but let's try to make her feel more warm, let her feel needed, protected, and loved.
For the sake of the child, the mother puts on the doll's coat and gives the child a real dream. Sometimes, short-term happiness and surprises may be easy, but long-term company is difficult, so thank her for having such a father, or maybe we all have such a father, but we have not yet known. He wanted to cry loudly, but he pretended to be strong; he wanted to approach the child, but he was worried; he wanted to punish the murderer, but he thought about the child's mood. So he was sad and resentful, but he didn't smash his fist against the cold wall of reality, he just put on the doll's coat silently, as a father, he disappeared, if he could accompany the child, he would like to be that doll forever , to become an image that cannot speak, not himself, so as to take care of the child's dream.
He regrets, he regrets not protecting the child well. The child's mother also regretted that she had let the child go to school alone, and the little fat man also regretted that he had not been able to wait a little longer to protect her from going to school. In these real tears and emotions, everyone, every heart, is suffering. But the criminals are arguing, but they are shameless and have no conscience, but the law tolerates this shamelessness and despicableness. It is calm and silent, like a walking passerby, walking through the life of a girl, leaving a glimpse of inaction , like none of this happened.
Sometimes we just want to know it all for ourselves, fuck the law, fuck the sanity, fuck it all. No reason, just because the criminal disturbed the girl's life. Even if he died, he could not atone for his sins. Even if he was tortured in purgatory, he could not wash away his sins. However, when I rushed to the criminal, when the father rushed At the moment to the criminal, he stopped because the injured girl saved his leg and said, "Dad, don't do this."
She's so weak, yet so strong it's heartbreaking. She was dying, but what she thought was not to disturb her father's work, not to worry her mother, but to call the police. When she was in the hospital, what she thought was that she had made her mother sick, that her father could not go to work, and that her parents had to spend a lot of money. She was lying on the hospital bed, but she firmly identified the culprit. She faced the icy courtroom, but redeemed her father at the last minute, the howling mother, the angry people in the courtroom, and me as the audience. At that moment, I thought she was so great, like an angel, she forgot everything that hurt herself, just to keep the person she loves the most.
Child, how I wish I could bear all of this for you, but even if I were you, I couldn't bear everything like you, and at the same time be considerate of others. When you look at the father in the doll's clothes, you call out Dad, you take off Dad's headgear, say nothing, smile, and wipe the sweat for Dad, at that moment, I can't use any words to describe it Love, because of love, through your smile, your sweaty little hands, everything has been said.
Child, your parents love you, your friends love you, the aunts and uncles in the neighborhood love you, I love you, we all love you, we are willing to continue to endure everything for you, and live humbly, because you are for us, It's all good. Thank you for regaining your smile and moving on with your life, and thank you for giving all of us back hope and a longing for the future. I want to hug you gently, like your father, and then gently say to you: let's go home.
The loneliest people are the kindest, and the saddest people smile the brightest, because they don't make others suffer the same way. Child, you are such an angel. When you came home with your schoolbag on your back, with a folded toy, lying beside your brother and mother with a silent smile, you smiled and said to your brother, "It's so nice of you to come into this world."
Yes, Child, have you ever wondered if it was a mistake to come into this world and go through all this. I also want to tell you, boy, how wonderful it is that you came into this world. We love you.
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Bassted
was still in tears after writing the full text on the night of January 7, 2014.
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