that's when my son moved the first time.

Another drama was born from Allegin, who always kept moving forward. In the midst of the bubble economy, the world was heading straight into a line of academic histories. One such boy was suffering. Even if the dimly lit self-consolation in a dark room is repeated at night, strict mothers will not allow it to study every day. Suppressive jealousy, sexual desire. A dead race called the academic history struggle imposed on me. I was struck by an invisible situation, and my son moved at that time.