Mom and Dad sat on the couch, staring at my photograph and softly murmuring my name. Their lonely eyes were full of longing.I floated in front of them, looking at their graying hair and exhausted faces.In a soft voice, I said, "Dad, Mom, I'm leaving."They couldn't hear me, but I still wanted to say it. I wanted to let them know that I no longer blamed them, and that I was going somewhere without pain or suffering.I wanted to tell them that I hoped they would take good care of themselves from now on and stop living in regret.If we ever had a next life, we shouldn't be a family again. I hoped they would have a sensible child. I hoped I would have a warm home with parents who would protect me, understand me, and love me.I floated out of the apartment and out of the city.The home behind me grew farther and farther away. So did those painful memories and everything I'd been through. Floating high above the city, I looked down at the streets below, at that unfinished building,
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