Dear readers..
Something really bother me recently.
After hiding it for 20 year, now I'm tired. Feel like i want to tell my family about what happened that day. Was nightmare of every child, every parents.
I lost myself from that day. I don't know who am i. This isn't me, and i miss the young me, full of cherries.
But I'm afraid about their reaction. What should i do? Would they understand?
Help me.