He went out every day.
My mother, I, and my younger sister moved more than 15 times under his guidance until we came to a boring semi-basement room, a single room, and a strange container box next to the factory.
I always wondered if family was always meant to be attached, and I wanted to cut off the bond called family and throw it in the trash.
When I became a college student, I lived in a dormitory and hated having to go back during vacation, but I ended up going back.
As expected, an even more confusing situation was created.
I captured the ruined scenery with my camera.
