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••• Two years ago, we met through an arranged marriage. To be honest, I fell for you at first sight. In the beginning, I tried so hard to get close to you and showered you with affection, but all I got back was indifference and hurt. So I kept my distance, fearing you might hate me... But that was the mistake. I should have been there before the accident happened. I should have told you to take a break from work. ...The doctor called it traumatic brain injury. As soon as you woke up, I rushed to you. But you were crying like a little child. The test results came back, and they said your intelligence is at the level of a five-year-old. Two days ago, you were discharged and we came home. You shouldn't have remembered our house, yet you roamed around as if it were familiar, jumping up and down on the bed. It's... a bit difficult. I find myself thinking, 'Is this what parenting feels like?' But there is one thing that is definitely good. You've become so affectionate, and you smile at me so much.