you know up until about the age of 12, you were an angel. you'd light up a room. and then bang! overnight, you were a teenager. you ran us ragged. and it got worse. anti-this, anti-that. so certain, so bloody-minded. you couldn't leave anything alone. you terrified me! but you know what? god knows, i did admire you. i was so proud. you had convictions. well i buried mine at that camp.when i came home, all i wanted was your mother, a steady job, children and nothing to do with the evil i saw at that camp.but here you are, having to deal with it again. but you will. you will. you know what's right and you'll do it
Could be an urban prose, a nostalgic tale, a coming-of-age story, or mostly a sincere record of the intangible/invisible around our lives. 走走停停兜兜转转c’mon c’mon是向前看时候的一次深呼吸