SAD STORY/DRAMA
I'm reading a book, a fairly heavy reading book.
My family was gathered, my mother was tidying up the clothes, my father was on the phone, my little brother was playing a game, my little sister was choosing clothes to wear tomorrow, and my little brother was the youngest is playing.
It was a really warm atmosphere that night, but I cried right away because I suddenly imagined that they were no longer there, sometimes I wished to die first because I was sure I couldn't hold back my tears if they left me first.
Despite the fact that it was only a fleeting thought, I'm grateful they're still alive, at least for the time being.