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Lonely childhood
My name is Mei Zi, and I was born in Taihuai Town at the foot of Wutai Mountain in the late 1960s. I have a father, a mother, and my brother Junzi, 15 years old.
When I was five years old, my father left us because of illness. After my father died, my brother helped my mother support the family. The income of the family is a few acres of thin fields that depend on the weather to eat. Because we owe money to others for treating our father, our family's life is very hard and there is no next meal. My brother had to drop out of school and go home to herd sheep before he graduated from junior high school. Every day when he is herding sheep, he will also cut some wood from the mountains and carry it home for some food to make up for the shortage at home. My mother is hardworking and loves us very much. At that time, in order to make us grow up healthily, she first served bowls for my brother and me at every meal, but my mother always ate a little. She said, "I am a woman with a small stomach. I am full as soon as I eat." My mother always secretly eats leftovers from my brother and me. Because the mother who doesn't have enough to eat every meal is always thin and sallow.
My mother left us when I was 9 years old. When my mother was dying, she called me and my brother, put my hand in my brother's hand and said, "Junko, I'm sorry, mom." I have to go. You should take good care of your sister. " The younger brother cried and said, "Mom, don't worry, I'm here." ...