Start from this part.

“It was the worst of times, it was the best of times.”

Who says the god will give you the most beautiful gift as long as you insist on being yourself, following your heart?

I almost don’t buy it. However, there is a voice in my head saying， “Stick to it no matter what happened; there must be hope in the future.”

I wanna write a family story I experienced firsthand, witnessed with my own eyes, and suffered through.

Am I too weak, fragile, vulnerable, or pesky, spoiled? I ask myself many times. Suspecting and scrutinizing myself has wasted so much time mulling the details over, rather than the real place I wanna arrive.

How?

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Interesting.

It’s my first time coming here.

I also wanna say some navigator's story. Plz allow me to start from now and one by one to spread them. We will see.