C124 On the eve of the great war

My mother refused to leave, and there seemed to be something else she hadn't told me.

"Mom, what's wrong? Is something the matter?" I asked.

My mother was looking at me with an expression of hatred I had never seen before. "Child! The child didn't come! "Before I had even hugged her, I had already asked a good friend of mine to bring her to me. When you weren't at home