The joy of a family is the loneliness of a man. Looking at the sleeping baby thinking about his own life for more than three years, helpless. I am a mother who does not even have the qualifications to lose her temper, I am unhappy, I have been wronged, and I can only digest it myself, because no one will care about the temper and no one will accommodate, it will only make me more sad. There are three children, but every day thinking about how to leave this home, in the eyes of outsiders the mother-in-law is excellent, the husband is excellent, do not know that living with the mother-in-law every day is my nightmare, the husband's indifference makes me feel that this home is a cage, imprisoning me, I am for the child to continue to live in this no temperature home or rush out of the cage to find their own life, too difficult
![Do it at night, don't go out the next day with bad dreams, it's not superstition, it was spring one day more than twenty years ago, it was in the countryside, there was a taxi driver, and the day before there were two individuals who wanted to hire him[fig]](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=)