Before my illness, spoiled by parents, I acted as a tyrant at home. However, I was depressed for the confinement in a lodge of the garden hillside. In one spring dusk, with clumps of flowers in full blossom, my parents was holding a banquet, in which all the guests were gathering, and laughter filled the garden. While I was in my room, the cautious lift of the curtain revealed me a glimpse of entire bustling view, from which I caught the sight of my brothers, sisters and cousins with their faces beaming with happiness. All of sudden, I couldn’t help bursting into tears when a spell of grief and indignation seized me that I seemed to fall into oblivion by outside world.