motherhood is the place where we lodge or rather bury the reality of our own conflicts... its the ultimate scapegoat for our personal and political failings
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