When Love Has Been Forgotten

I was going to die.

Late-stage stomach cancer, the time I endured the pain and went alone to the photo studio to take my portrait.

My mom came with a full body smell of gunpowder.

"Your cousin has a fever of 38 degrees, and you still have the mood to take photos and show off. How did I give birth to such a cold-blooded creature like you?"

A fever of 38 degrees, indeed a serious illness.

I told her not to be angry, in less than a month, she wouldn't have to see me anymore.

The life she gave me, I was about to return to her.