I've been asking myself why not let me go home myself as other people waiting to get into during. I think that the mother was afraid I'd escape the way a mother worried but actually I'm afraid I seemed like a mother.
I always ask myself why I did not give my own home like many others waiting to go through. I think I scared me away trip, but actually, I'm worried. I'm afraid it seemed like Mother
I asked myself why you won't let me home like everyone else wait for fetching. I think I fear I run out but I worry about me, afraid I'll suffer like you.