A Distorted Genius Torments Me. I Choose Freedom
Language: en
My son, a math prodigy. Severely injured in a car accident, I was late for the party celebrating his college acceptance. As usual, he’d prepared a set of number puzzles for me. He said, "Mom, once you solve the puzzles, you'll find the key to get in and see me." I called my husband, his voice impatient, "Those who make mistakes should be punished. If our son understands this, why don't you?" Under the blazing sun, I spent five hours, finally finding that small key. But at that moment, I suddenly felt a profound weariness. I left a divorce agreement. Before leaving, I sent a final message…