We can't keep up with the tremendous incident.
I keep talking to them even though I can't get a reply.
Then my mother held her head in her arms and kept crying.And I regret why I wasn't at home at that time.
and the father rubbing his mother's back.
But my father must regret it the most.
The last time my father talked to him was about a week ago.
You wouldn't have thought that the last word would be "Stop it."

In the end, the culprit will not be known the culprit.

a cactus cut to the tip.
a slightly rough bookshelf.
I think I can find any amount of evidence.

Does anyone have any idea?



After all, I failed the vocational school.
It's far from studying.

Unable to accept this incredible reality, the three of us ended our lives together.