[If we are born without awareness of the world, then why does the world offer us so much pain? _ By YinLan]
"I can't find him," Yinlan says, with her trembling lips. The whole place was empty; only her crying voice was reverberating through the place. Desperation consumes her as she yearns to embrace her son, but the heartbreaking realization that he may be lost forever shatters her heart.
How bad a mother I am! I wasn't even capable enough to save my child. How could I call myself a mother? The weight of guilt intensified, and her chest tightened, making every breath a struggle. Collapsing onto the ground, she resembled a broken doll, shattered and discarded.
Her vacant gaze fixated on the darkness, devoid of resentment or coherent thoughts. It was as if she had become a hollow shell, consumed by sorrow.
"Why are you here again?" A sharp tone of indifference burst out in the middle of her grief.
