MYS 42 Asking permission

MYS 42 

 ...

 I exist because of my parents, no matter how good my life is, I am grateful to have been given a life in this world, at least to be filial, even though it may not necessarily make my parents happy.

There are not enough words when discussing my relationship as a child with my father and mother. I will only feel small like a micro-grain of dust in the sea of desert.

...

 The sound of my cellphone vibrating for some time has hit my left hand, forcing me to open my eyes, waking up from an unintentional dream. I fell asleep on the wooden chair in the front room. After cleaning up, the intention of the heart to straighten the shoulders turned out to be in dreamland without realizing it.

There were seven missed calls from Ana. I just yawned for a while, intending to continue my nap when I realized that the clock on my cellphone was showing two o'clock in the afternoon. I haven't had noon yet!