Painful

Angela is standing in a tomb. He keeps a bouquet of flowers on top of the grave.

"Hello, maam!" Angela exclaimed, staring at the tombstone with her mother's name on it.

Angela shed tears. I don't know how long he will be like this.

"Mother always taught me to be strong and tough. My mother always told me that angels are not crybabies and are always strong. The angel never held grudges or hurt others. But Mom, I'm not an angel. My name is Angel, but I don't have the qualities that angels have. Mother, I never hurt others, but why do they always hurt me, Mom? I don't want to be a crybaby, but this wound hurts so much that I feel like crying and screaming." Angela lowered her head with tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Mother, why do I have to bear this burden? mother, why should I? Why do I have to feel this pain?"

Unable to bear the weight of his body anymore. Angela crouched in front of Anne's grave.

"Mother, my life is alone here. Previously, I had the