If one day my parents were willing to stay home for me, I would be willing to give everything, but in the end, all of this is just a fantasy in my own heart. How could they possibly stay home for me? They never did before, they won't now, and they never will in the future; all they care about is their own sense of freedom and happiness. They think that everything in the world can fall into their hands, yet they don't realize that it is precisely their selfishness that has made me numb. I don't even know what family affection is anymore!
