Grief and Madness: After His Daughter Died

Grayson didn't like pink, and he made it very obvious. Emily deliberately avoided these colors when choosing wrapping boxes for him.

Every year for birthdays and holidays, Emily prepared gifts.

She had drawn a family portrait by hand, with crooked writing beside it, wishing for family peace and happiness.

There were also beaded chains she made herself, beautifully colored, custom-made for both of us for Valentine's Day. I had one too.

As Grayson looked at them, he started crying, tears streaming down his cheeks. He said he truly deserved to die.

"I'm sorry, Emily."

Emily was gone, and Grayson held onto those gifts tightly, expressing his guilt toward her.

I didn't want to see his repentance. I just wanted Grayson to live in guilt. Why should I be the only one suffering?

"I really deserve to die..."

Yes, you really do deserve it.

But what's the point of saying all these useless words now, Grayson? There are no regrets in life. Whether for you or the White family, we won't meet again in the future.

As expected, Grayson quieted down a lot after that and didn't appear in my sight anymore.

I took over an art gallery. Emily loved painting and was very talented. We had a lot of her paintings stored at home.

She once told me, "Mommy, when I grow up, I want to have an art exhibition. I want others to see the world as I see it."

She wanted to donate all the money earned from the exhibition to blind children. Emily said they couldn't experience the colors of the world and were already very unfortunate.

She loved the brilliance of this world. As I looked at her paintings, tears welled up in my eyes again. It was a pity that now even Emily couldn't see the colors of this world anymore.

There was originally some trouble with the exhibition venue. I had agreed on a time with someone, but they suddenly backed out and gave it to me.