I basked in the sun and suddenly became a god.

written request for leave

Something happened at home, my thoughts were disrupted, I'm not in a good state, I'm sorry.

……

Fortunately, my uncle, a writer, allowed me to join the County Writers Association and the City Writers Association. He was the director who gave me the green light and gave me a shot in the arm, otherwise I would really be dead today.

(End of this chapter)