On the day of my sixty-fifth birthday, my family was suddenly struck by misfortune. Because my son failed in his investments, the family helplessly came to depend on me. I painstakingly cared for them and poured all my efforts into supporting them for half a year, only to discover during a physical examination that I had a grade five thyroid nodule, requiring hospitalization and surgery as soon as possible. During my hospitalization, there was no one to care for or accompany me. After contacting my family for help several times, I only received cold responses and evasive perfunctory treatment. Under the long-term torment of worry and pent-up grief, my body and mind were utterly exhausted, and unfortunately I suffered a sudden cerebral infarction and passed away abruptly. Opening my eyes once more, time returned to the day of my sixty-fifth birthday; all regrets and sorrows had not yet unfolded.