I feel that I have to explain myself often but ultimately the explanation is not for the people affected but rather a way to protect yourself and force the labor of forgiveness on other people.
My mother, my grandmother, my relatives and I were boarding the train, and there were three available seats. As we were about to sit down, the uncle suddenly rushed over, sat down, and pushed me aside so that his wife/girlfriend could take the seat.
“SThen how did he break it?” Rosh’t has long since stopped caring, he’s alive. That’s all that matters.he goes quiet for a while, visibly lost in thought while the four of them keep marching along the dirt road.