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Nowadays, when I come home, she is always there, smiling brightly and somewhat oddly, as if nothing bad has happened that day. Today was really difficult, but it feels like she doesn’t care. 

On days when I don’t want to look at her, she tries to hide, but it’s challenging for her as well. However, I know that someday she will disappear, and I won’t be able to find her anymore. Every time I gaze at her, I wonder why she is here. Is it to give me a glimpse of love? Is it to make me look at myself from afar? Is it to give me the feeling of belonging? As I look up again, I can’t help but feel loved.