The deeper the night, the more intense the thoughts become. I didn't realize when it was 1:30 am. I haven't slept at night for many years, so sleepless nights don't make me think much. My father and mother's physical illness, my father's weakness, my mother's cries, nothing allows me to sleep.
When I see my mother's habit of excluding medicines from her prescription unless they are absolutely necessary, I feel like the most unsuccessful person. When I look at my empty pockets, I can't help but feel helpless.
I'm not afraid of lightning anymore, I've passed that age. Now I'm afraid of not being able to fulfill my parents' wishes. Of finding myself far from my own people in this big world, of not being able to share my success with my own people.......Night comes and night goes, my thoughts advance, and my sleep fades.