When the savior is no longer the savior

He was delighted by the answer that followed without hesitation: "I'll go up with you, Harry."

The author has something to say: let's do this first...wake up and continue writing =. =

final choice

One person after another appeared, one person after another left... He raised his wand again and again, those absurd, impossible things...

He was having a long dream.He walked down the long, dark corridor, without sound or light.He seems to have been through a lot, but he can't understand why he's been through it - it's impossible, it can't exist, it's as absurd as he would kill Snape...

As if passing through a lifetime, he gradually heard some voices, and he recognized that the voices belonged to Snape, but he couldn't tell what the other party said, so he could only continue to wait, waiting for the next voice or light... …

Woke up again at night.

The faint moonlight shines through the window, and the faded curtains undulate in the cool wind, making a slight sound.

Harry sat up in bed, sweating profusely, remembering the last clip seconds before: lightning flashing across the sky, Death Eaters appearing in Spider's End, blue light illuminating his face and standing in front of him. The witch on the opposite side is Dora.

Harry froze for a moment, then he laughed and dismissed the absurd - as absurd as the previous ones - picture.

"Professor?" Harry called out, stepping out of bed, feeling very thirsty and very hungry, and nothing else - including what had been bothering him for the past few days - he admitted It's - irritability.

"Is it really a problem caused by bloodline ability?" Harry muttered and walked into the washroom, took off his clothes and took a quick shower, and then went downstairs to look for food with his head dazed from hunger. Called Snape a few times, but no response, out?Harry frowned, feeling a little strange - he hadn't thought Snape would go out, at least for a while...

The first floor was quiet, with no lights on.Harry, who came downstairs, confirmed his guess: Snape was indeed not in Spider's End.

He lit the oil lamp with his wand, looked around the living room, and soon found a note on the coffee table, with a simple line of words written in a smooth cursive script: "I'm going to Potter Manor."

It was signed by Severus.

"What happened?" Harry asked himself in a low voice, he was a little uneasy, and decided to visit Potter Manor later, but he had to settle another important matter first...

Harry walked into the kitchen, searched out the unfinished bread from the cabinet, poured himself a large glass of water, and after filling his stomach casually, he was about to go to Potter Manor, but before leaving, a sudden, A small cry caught his footsteps.

Al?After a very short hesitation, Harry went upstairs again and pushed open the bedroom door.

In a dark room, the blue light cocoon in the corner is soft and eye-catching.

When Harry came to the light cocoon, he bent down and looked at it for a while, then simply sat down on the ground, stretched out a finger, and lightly touched the light cocoon.

The blue light lit up, and the magic power flowed out from the contact area, and injected into the magic cover a little bit, and then the magic cover supplied the baby floating in the middle...

The night was very quiet.

Harry put one leg up against his chin, watching the child in the mask.

Just after entering the magic power, he smacked his mouth, as if he was eating...

After entering the magic power for a while, he waved his arm, white and fat...

The input of magic power stopped, and he kicked his legs again, looking unhappy...

A strange feeling spread in Harry's heart.He felt like something was starting to bulge, weird, but not uncomfortable...like realizing he had a thing, a good thing...it was totally his...

"Al." Harry muttered the name, and he reluctantly glanced at the child in the mask several times before preparing to head to Potter Manor, but at this moment, a flash of lightning flashed across the sky, and the blue light instantly illuminated the bedroom. And quickly disappeared.Immediately afterwards, the rumbling thunder broke the silence of the night, Harry turned his head suddenly, and a picture flashed in his mind——

"...No, it's unlikely." Harry said hesitantly, the house had been hidden by the Fidelity Curse, and there was no reason for the Death Eaters to find it... He came to the window and looked down at the street: the same as before Like many nights in the city, it is small, dirty, and unpopular. Only occasionally, one or two night cats stepping on the light of yellow street lamps and slipping past the wall... It doesn't look different at all.

Harry looked away. He came to the child and reached out to touch him, but the light blue mask blocked his outstretched hand.

"Well, I'll be back soon," Harry muttered one last word, closing the window carefully, leaving the house with his wand in hand, and quickly Disapparating at the street corner.

After a brief moment of being squeezed into the pipe, Harry's feet touched the ground. Before he could see the surrounding situation clearly, noisy human voices and strange explosions rushed into his mind together.

What happened?

This was Harry's first thought, at this moment a green light flashed in front of his eyes, Harry subconsciously dodged aside, the green light brushed Harry's ankle and shot into the grass, Harry immediately got out of the grass The remaining traces determine the nature of this green light—without a doubt, it is the killing curse in the Unforgivable Curse.

Harry gasped. He quickly found a nearby hedge—thankfully, he chose a garden—for cover, and then looked around him.

War finally broke out?This was Harry's first reaction when he saw the environment he was in: In the not-so-big garden, wizards were crowded densely, and spells of various colors flew in the air, lighting up the dark night.Harry saw many people he knew. Near the entrance of the garden was Kingsley, who was fighting a werewolf; on his left was Mr. Weasley, whose characteristic red hair was very striking in the darkness. Apparently, that's why the spells rushing at him were always particularly high; and then there was a wall of people in the middle of the passage ahead of him where - Harry wouldn't forget - it was Hagrid.

He didn't look any further, and ran out from behind the hedge with his wand in his hand. He was about to enter the house. The open door proved that there was also a battle inside. He had a hunch, he was sure... Voldemort was inside...

Curses were shot at Harry from various directions, and while Harry dodged, he rushed to the Death Eaters on the way and cast spells: fainting, disarming, throat-locking and even leg-locking spells—— This time, he didn't think about using other spells, such as the Shadowless God's Edge, the Unforgivable Curse...and any other black magic.

The distance from the garden to the house is not long.

But in this 1 minute can be longer than an hour, Harry felt that he had spent a full day or more, he still struggled to run towards the open door, but some distracting thoughts emerged uncontrollably .The first thing he thought of was the various dreams he had been having for the past two days.In those dreams, everyone he knew died because of him, sometimes by accident, sometimes because of his decision, and sometimes he simply killed...

Ridiculous and boring!No matter how many times he thought about it, Harry was sure of it.But even so, those dreams were still revolving in his mind like a revolving lantern, forcing him to subconsciously ask the correctness of his decision time and time again...

I don't know when it started, Harry's footsteps gradually slowed down, as if an invisible chain was vibrating around his ankle.

Are you afraid?Afraid of dying at the hands of Voldemort?A voice suddenly appeared in my mind.

No!of course not!I've never been afraid to fight Voldemort - not before, not now!Harry protested loudly.

So why not move forward?The voice continued to question Harry.

I just... Harry felt like he was missing something.The sense of uneasiness from the unknown dragged him along.But he didn't know what he was upset about. He finally came to the door, and the sounds in the garden began to fade away, but at the same time, the sounds of fighting in the house also penetrated into Harry's head like a drill——

Suddenly a bright blue light pierced the darkness, followed by rumbling thunder, Harry suddenly remembered the last dream: night, thunderstorm, Death Eaters in Spider's End...

The spell hit Harry's right hand, and his wand flew out. Harry turned his head hastily, only to see the black-haired, gray-eyed man who also hurried out and pointed his wand at him——

"Sirius, it's me!" he yelled, rushing to grab his wand. "How's it going up there?"

"Voldemort and Dumbledore are up there, and James is here!" Sirius realized his mistake, and he immediately turned his wand to point at another Death Eater trying to rush through the door, and responded loudly.

Harry swung his wand violently, aiming spells at the Death Eaters within his line of sight. He felt that he should rush up - there was nothing to doubt about this, since the day he knew that Voldemort still existed, he I knew that I would have to face him one day, just like the last battle at Hogwarts...

But there is one more thing.Harry's mood suddenly became heavy.He has already clearly realized the source of his uneasiness just now, it was the last dream he saw, the weather there was too similar to now, but this is impossible, the place protected by the Fidelity Curse should be completely safe... …

But is it really completely safe?

Is it really a little dangerous, and no accidents will happen?

During the battle, Harry and Sirius joined forces.

Sirius opened his mouth, but Harry said first, "You have the Elder Wand, Sirius!"

"what?"

"Dumbledore's Elder Wand was given to me. Just now you knocked my wand into the air, and now the Elder Wand is in your hands." Harry finished quickly in a low voice, and then he paused, hesitating for the next decision, But instinct precedes rationality, helping him make a choice, "—now I have to go back to Spider's End, something may happen there—"

"I see." Sirius only said a word, he turned and ran upstairs quickly, handing his back to Harry.

Harry stayed in the hall and fought, waiting until Sirius disappeared down the stairs before rushing into the half-enclosed kitchen, Apparating away before the Death Eaters could follow.

Dim lights illuminate the corners, the narrow streets are hung with a cold wind, and the humid air indicates that heavy rain is coming.

Harry appeared on the street, stepped on the tail of an old ginger cat, and screamed in the night, while the old cat scratched Harry's ankle vigorously—

Harry didn't notice it at all.All his attention was fixed on the familiar house across a small flowerbed.And the door of that house is half-closed, and the thick darkness seems to flow out...

Harry's heart sank, and he realized that the dream was real and the worst might have happened.He began to run towards the door, as fast as he could, and at this moment, all thoughts were far away from him, his mind was blank, he ran across the flower beds, into the hall, and up the stairs , and finally burst into the bedroom—

Bright lightning flashed across the window, and blue light illuminated the bedroom. The tall, dark figure standing in the bedroom turned his head, and Harry saw the face clearly: ginger, with a short beard, and thick purple lips. Gotta be like a sausage...

"Except your weapons!"

"Passed out!"

A thunder-like sound rang in Harry's ears. Harry clearly saw the wand in the shadow's hand flying out and fell to the ground, and saw the loud voice flying out with the wand, hitting the wall heavily, and fell into a coma. past……

Harry came back slowly.

At this time, he really saw the situation inside the house clearly: Dora was bound by a transparent rope and fell to the ground, but she still seemed to be awake. Behind her, the magic cover was intact, and the child inside was sucking his fingers and sleeping peacefully.

The power disappears at this moment.Harry's hands and feet were weak, and he tried several times before he could untie the rope on Dora's body.

"Ma'am?" Harry muttered, but he didn't hear the answer. Only then did he notice that the other's mouth was tightly shut. "The Locking Curse." The spell is on.

"—Harry!" Dora's scream pierced the air for an instant.Immediately afterwards, she shut her mouth immediately, and it took a while before she spoke again, "They lured me over and followed me into the range of the Fidelity Curse—I didn't expect that, sorry, Harry..."

Harry didn't care about these things now, he walked behind Dora, sat down slowly on the ground, and reached out to touch the magic shield.

The magic shield suddenly shattered, turning into countless fine blue transparent fragments, shimmering in the dark, disappearing bit by bit.

Harry froze for a moment, then stretched out his hands reflexively.

The child fell into his hands, with a heavy thud, it landed on his hand, on his heart.

A loud cry sounded at this moment, piercing through the thick clouds.The dull thunder rang again, and the heavy rain finally fell, sounding the movement of the night with a clatter.

"Oh my god..." Harry said subconsciously, he carefully brought the child in front of his eyes, the warm touch filled his palm, and the heavy feeling confirmed that everything in front of him was real——

He didn't know that at this very same moment, Sirius, holding the Elder Wand, hit Voldemort in the interval between Voldemort and Dumbledore's battle.

Once again Voldemort fell like a mortal, his eyes went blank, he lay unconsciously twitching and curling up on the ground... once again he failed, and once again he lost his life.Like all the most ordinary people, he fell to the ground, breathless, unconscious, and let death take him to a place we don't know.

everything is over.

In this world, there is actually no real, invincible terror.

The author has something to say: So I did the math, did I write [-]+ today...

Write down the ending when I wake up, baa, there is still a surprise =v=

under the bright sun

The heavy rain that had lasted for several days stopped, and the sun, which was much brighter than the previous ten years, illuminated every corner.

St. Mungo's curse hurt Corey. Many people chatted and laughed around Sirius' bed. The one who laughed the loudest was at the last moment, shot by Voldemort's curse and had to recover in St. Mungo's. Sirius.

Wearing a hospital gown, he and James walked shoulder to shoulder and repeated the final battle to those present.In their description, Voldemort became a clown, and James and him were well-deserved heroes. The battle was one-sided from the beginning, and no one was worried about the final outcome. They maintained cheerful optimism from the beginning. The mood of the drama...Of course, this is not entirely true, but in this peaceful and happy moment, who cares about that?

In the corridor outside the ward, a little distance from the noisy crowd, Harry was talking with Dumbledore.

"Harry, I always thought that at the last moment, I would see you." The blue-eyed elder said.

Harry laughed. "Yes, Professor, I thought so until the last moment, but—"

"I know, I know," said Dumbledore gently, smiling, "I'm glad, Harry, I'm not wrong, I'm glad you haven't lost yourself, you've always known what's most important— —Why do we oppose Voldemort? Because we want to protect our loved ones, as well as those innocent and poor people. Your decision to leave in the end just proves that you have always maintained enough sobriety and have never been blinded by hatred."

"In fact..." Harry told Dumbledore the most important recent events.

Dumbledore pondered: "Harry, what do you think?"

"I think it's a matter of bloodline awakening." Harry expressed his guess.

"I don't think so," said Dumbledore. "Harry, what thoughts often come to your mind when you are most irritable?"

Harry paused for a moment: "...Kill Voldemort?"

"This is your truest desire." Dumbledore said kindly, "I think the real effect of that bottle of potion is to magnify people's desires, it quietly weakens your sanity, and makes you immersed in the urgent realization of your desires all the time." In the expectation of desire. You have only two choices, become its captive, or defeat it completely."

"But those strange dreams—" Harry asked again.

"I think it's a kind of protection." Dumbledore said, "Harry, you have just awakened your ability to predict, and it manifests itself in dreams—do you think those strange dreams that suddenly appear have nothing to do with your ability?"

"No, I think it does," said Harry quickly.

"Obviously." Dumbledore said softly, "Since there is a relationship, then we can make some assumptions—Harry, what do you think the future will be?"

"Professor? I'm not sure...but maybe, it's our future, determined by our efforts?" Harry said hesitantly.

"I can take a step," said Dumbledore suddenly.

Harry was at a loss: "Well... of course, Professor."

"But I can also choose not to take this step." Dumbledore continued, and actually took a step forward, "Now I have several options: I can stay where I am, I can take another step, Or I can go back and forth again."

Harry gradually understood.

Dumbledore expressed his point of view: "Harry, do you think the future is immutable? No, of course not! We have countless futures, and the future is changed by our choices from moment to moment—your dream Is it really impossible for those things in the book to happen? Even a little bit?"

Harry pondered for a long time: "I think, Professor, you mean that as long as the future at that moment has not been reached, everything is possible, right?"

"It's just the probability." Dumbledore blinked. "Those things that are only a little bit, even if they are possible, I think they are 'absurd and ridiculous' just like you."

Harry laughed.

"As for the two prophecies of Sybil you once said," Dumbledore said again, "I think it affects the future that connects the fate of many people. Maybe we can change it, but the cost of changing it may be very high. We can't imagine it, and we can hardly achieve it."

"I see, Professor," said Harry gratefully, taking out his wand. "I thought I should give it back to you. Sirius gave it to me again two days ago."

Dumbledore didn't take it: "How did you deal with it in the past?"

"I put it in the Forbidden Forest," said Harry.

"Very good idea, you could do it again, wouldn't you?" said Dumbledore cheerfully.

At this time Mag came out of the ward, Dumbledore smiled at Harry, turned and walked away with Mag.

Another person came out of the ward, this time it was Il, he came to Harry's side, and said a little embarrassedly: "I just heard something in there... um."

"It doesn't matter." Harry laughed, "I can tell you all you want to know."

Yi Er breathed a sigh of relief: "Well, I want to know more, bloodline ability..."

"Inherited abilities from my biological parents, I think so," said Harry, walking downstairs. "How is Sirius? He was shot by Voldemort's curse..."

"I heard from James that Dumbledore blocked the spell with the stone statue first. Although the spell smashed the stone statue and still shot Sirius, but looking at him now, he knew that there was no big problem—they all started to get angry with Malfoy. I took the opportunity to gain benefits in this struggle." Il shrugged his shoulders, scratched his cheeks again, and looked a little embarrassed, "And what you just said, uh, biological parents..."

"Oh," Harry smiled, "don't worry, I was with you before, and of course I will be with you in the future. Since they made a choice, let me make another choice..." The corners of his eyes Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure passing the corner, but instead of turning his head, he put his arm on Il's shoulder and said to him, "That's fair, isn't it?"

"That's right, it couldn't be more fair, it's decided like this!" Il let out a long breath, relaxed his whole body, and hooked Harry's shoulders with a smile, "You can't go back on your word in the future, Harry!"

"Of course I won't," said Harry, as he walked into St. Mungo's Hall.

Il found the problem: "Wait, Harry, where are you going?"

"Back to Spider's End, I have something to do with Severus." Harry said absently. It was okay when he talked to Dumbledore just now, but now, he suddenly wanted to see Snape very much—he suddenly wanted to do it One thing, he wasn't sure if Snape would agree, but...well, no matter what the other party thought, he must make the other party agree...

"Wait, Harry, don't you—"

"We'll talk about it later, it won't take too long." Harry said perfunctorily, and he left St. Mungo's Hospital one step after another.

Only then did Yi Er's unfinished voice sound: "...don't go out from here, there are many reporters outside, uh..." His face was already empty, "but...maybe, it's not a problem, right?" I can comfort myself like this.

This is the brightest moment of the sun.Harry didn't use the convenient apparition, he walked briskly through the streets and alleys, all his attention was immersed in the joy of getting closer to the destination, those secret pleasures made the entanglement arouse the anxiety, and he also had a Different sweetness.

A familiar street appeared in front of him, and Harry walked quickly through the narrow and winding alley, knocking on the familiar wooden door——

The door was slammed open: "Mr. Ravens, I really don't understand why you have to knock on the door every time you come back! Don't you have the key here? And what are those behind you -"

Snape's voice came to an abrupt end, surprise crept into his sullen face, and he stared wide-eyed at Harry—

Harry got down on one knee the moment Snape opened the door, holding a large bouquet of flowers in both hands, and smiling the brightest and sunniest at the man in front of him.

He said briskly:

"I am willing to be a partner with the person in front of me. No matter how happy or poor, rich or poor, good or bad, healthy or sick, I will respect him, help him, care for him, love him with all my heart, and be loyal to him for life... What about you?" he asked, "Severus? Snape?"

Harry raised a big smile:

"Will you marry me, Severus?"

The crazy shutter sounded, and the magic camera engraved this moment into eternity.

The author has something to say: Thank you zangmakuku book friends for mine.

In the last words:

At this point in writing, it is finally over.The ending of this article has been delayed for so long. In retrospect, it may be because the ending of the original work is too impressive, but in any case, in my opinion, the ending now has finally written something different from the original. thing.And the last scene—well, some girls who have followed the article from the previous articles and worried that I will have an open ending should be relieved. I have been thinking about the last scene for a long time, and now it looks sweet =v=

There are also some future plans.

The episode will probably be released on July 15th. Because I have to review the exam in the past few days, I can't update it, but fortunately, I finally finished the ending first.There are four extra episodes planned, two meat episodes and two sweet episodes, and it is planned to complete the extra episode of Severussnape.The full text will be partially revised, and the end of the customization may be improved... These will be discussed in detail when the customization is launched. Well, the plan is to finish everything before NO.[-].

Extra

to anita jill

I'm guilty.

Please forgive me for using such a beginning.But Anita, you are my best friend and my most trusted family member. At this last moment, I can only choose to disturb you.

Use me to bury half my life's secrets.

I'm guilty.

I betrayed my husband.

I'm guilty.

I killed my children.

I'm guilty.

I abandoned my other child.

Another, ignominious, illegitimate child.

Am I happy?

For the first 20 years of my life, this idea often crossed my mind.

I think I should be considered happy. As the only child of an ancient family, I was doted on by my parents since I was a child; I had no worries about food and clothing until I graduated from Hogwarts. Both heirs.

Their vision is indeed good.

Sale was a nice guy, even though I didn't like him enough--yes, even though...even though I didn't like him enough.

I have nothing to hide anymore.

Searle has been a very smart guy since Hogwarts.It's just that he has the common problem of all Ravenclaws: he is too rigid.Apart from work, he can stay alone on the balcony or in the study, studying for a whole afternoon.Coupled with his working hours, sometimes I even wonder if I will meet him one day.

But other than that, he does respect me, care about me, and love me.

Is this enough?

Ann, if it were you, I can guess that you would look at me with a stern disapproval frown.

You are always so decent.

But I didn't know at that time, in fact, until now, I can't fully explain it.But I think the true meaning of growth may not be how much we know is correct, but how much we know is incorrect and what we cannot do.

In short, I was not satisfied with the status quo.But apart from being dissatisfied, there seems to be nothing I can do.Searle was good to me, he just didn't give me enough time - fight over this?My upbringing and pride didn't allow me to do that.

I was so blue during that time, so blue that I couldn't even see my child — my baby — feeling happy.

I started to hang out a lot.

Merlin knew it was too easy.

During that time, Searle was so busy with work and research that he often couldn't come back to eat and rest. Even if he was at home, he would stay in the study alone with the door closed all afternoon—how could he find his wife's abnormality?

Like Sale, my time at home was dwindling.

My baby obviously noticed this.

For a while, I could find him looking at me quietly, hesitating to speak—oh, of course he wouldn't say it, a well-bred and filial child would never question his parents about anything.

I'm so proud of him, he's really my angel.

If I could, I would really like to stay at home and watch him grow up slowly, and grow into a good man who makes girls scream crazy, but my mistake... oh, I forgot again, this thing We should talk about it later.

Forgive the occasional confusion of an old man.

Let's talk about it.This feeling of pride for Chrissy didn't stay in my heart for too long—in fact, now that I think about it, Ann, I really don't know what happened to me at that time—I continued to go out, chat with people I didn't know and have fun , did a lot of ridiculous things, even teased Muggles or something.

I think I'm really not a good wife.My husband is in the Ministry of Aurors, and despite being of an ancient family, he's been under serious pressure to get promoted because of his closeness to Muggles... and I'm doing this behind his back.

Those idle nobles know my identity.

I think he finally found out about this.

In April 1985, five days after me and some people teased Muggles, he lost a contest for a very important position and came back with a sullen face for several days.I didn't go out in those few days, and I was even a little inexplicably excited. I began to guess all kinds of results—I thought that no matter what, he would at least say something, something different from usual.

But nothing happened.

Three days after the incident, he asked for leave from the Ministry of Magic and took me and Chrissy on a foreign tour.

Chrissy was very excited, and it was only then that I realized that he was really a child... I always thought that he liked the collection of books in the study room more than playing games.

He is really like his father.

Searle also seemed quite happy. We went to several countries, such as Germany, France, and the United States... It took more than half a month.

I think this is the closest I've ever been to Serge.

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long. After returning, Searle was busy with work again—he was even busier. The work accumulated in half a month made him exhausted, and the breakthrough in the research of the magic circle made him even more ecstatic...

Everything went back to how it was before.

I continued to hang out... although I didn't know what I was looking for.Ann, you know, it's a kind of muddleheaded feeling, feeling that nothing is interesting, and you can't get excited about anything.

There's nothing good out there.In addition to short-term pleasure, I often feel irritable, but even so, it seems to be better than at home, because there will always be some accidents outside, rather than a constant layer forever.

after that……

That was the origin of a real nightmare.If it is possible... For a long time in my life, I couldn't help thinking like this, but after thinking about it, I had to smile bitterly: until now, what else is possible?

October 1979, 10, I remember this day clearly.

I went out with my friends as usual, and in the tavern, I ran into a man I didn't know, a funny and handsome man.

Then I get drunk.

And then on...

When I woke up in a strange room and saw a man who didn't belong to my husband... Ann, you know?There was a moment when I really wanted to jump up and shoot Avada Kedavra, for him or for me.

I don't like my husband enough, but I never—never—wanted to betray him.

It was a mistake, a damned, ridiculous mistake!

But what can I do?Jump up and yell?Or wave a wand and teach him a lesson?

No, I can't do anything.

In the end, I didn't say a word, and fled back home in embarrassment, cutting off all contact with the outside world.

Searle noticed nothing, and he treated me as usual: he spent very little time with me, but whenever he was with me, his expression was always gentle and his eyes soft.

This kind of situation makes me both happy and disappointed... Ann, you must think that I don't know what to do, don't you?In fact, I also felt the same way, I was really a little girl at that time... I married Searle under the arrangement of my parents the year I graduated from Hogwarts, and I gave birth to Little Kerry in the second year. Know how to be a wife, don't even know how to be a mother.

But in the circumstances at the time, it is undeniable that Searle's attitude made me feel at ease, I began to really integrate into this family, and as time went on, strangely, I began to feel that even if I stayed at home with nothing to do, it was not What a tough thing.

And I realized that my husband's ignorance of many of the things I was doing may not be indicative of his indifference to me, but simply his belief in me.

He loves me.

He trusts me.

My focus is on home.

I noticed my kid was growing taller, and he was doing some very small magic experiments - he really looks like my husband, doesn't he?I also found that my husband has changed tastes and tastes, he used to like spicy food, now he is leaning towards mild; he used to like simple clothes, but now he has a soft spot for some vintage styles...

I started to take care of the garden, study cooking, and do some small experiments with Chrissy... and I found that this kind of life alone can make me so busy that I have a headache-I can't imagine it at all.