They get divorce and still need my help. I am like the enzyme to speed up this event. I remember that sleepless night when I sat on my knees on the bed and prayed for my parents' happiness. Holding my own hands, I pleaded my secret God to let them happy. If divorce could do, then get divorce. Then, came that nightmare. When I slept in the dorm, I dreamt they really got divorce. But the mood was really bad. They screamed at each other and mom was lying on the bed. I woke up suddenly with the pleasure to see that was only a dream.
Still, I won't regret for what I have done. won't I?
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