“Some memories are beautiful and will appear in your mind many times, so I remind you that not everything in life is bad or painful. Although Pansy is small, she is a friend of my mother. I Eighteen years old. Pansy has a six-year-old daughter and a husband, and he has been working.

One day, my mother asked me to help Pansy remove the furniture in her small apartment. I didn’t know he would go alone. Pansy seems young to me and leaves a deep impression, unlike a mother. I looked at his eyes under the bangs, a little excited. He did this and closed his eyes, which kept him out of my protection. We went to bed. She wore this short skirt, closed her eyes, turned over on the bed, straightened her legs, and whispered. . . “Anus, okay?” I never told my mother, but I will always remember that afternoon…”