I imagine you watching as grandma's heart stops, imagine you seeing off both grandma and grandpa, imagine you helplessly facing the divorce of your dad and mom. I know how much you need support, even though you're very strong.
When I'm alone, I often think of you, wondering where I would look for you if one day you disappeared. When you suddenly went missing recently, I was doing an experiment at that time, but all I could think about was you. I was anxiously waiting for news from you, yet at the same time, I was afraid of receiving bad news. I kept comforting myself that no news is good news, and then inattentively stabbed my hand with a syringe. Thinking about you made my tears fall.