But she didn’t want to. She loved her daughter more than anything else, more than her own life. She had given her daughter all her life. She had given her daughter all her life, including her own life, she had given her own bones to her daughter. She had never had a good life in her life.
But she was still happy because she had a daughter, because she loved her daughter.
The staff shouted loudly. The movie they wanted to watch was about to begin, and it was announced manually.
“We’re going in.”
