I fell in love with myself.

I fell in love with myself. I am somewhat different from others, not what society considers normal. My childhood was a sad one. My mother had always been frail, and my father devoted himself entirely to her care. Carrying the loneliness of my childhood, I still took care of her, hoping she would get better. Then my mother passed away. My father fell into despair and became a recluse, comparing me to my mother whenever he looked at me. Even though I am the one and only child of my mother and father. I could no longer hold onto myself; I no longer understood what I was. Then, when such thoughts suddenly crossed my mind, it was already there.