I heard my thoughts crying, screaming, in need of the lost love I had hidden for a long time. Ignoring it was the worse, but the silent question remained the same for my family 'Why did they not abort me?' I never skip a day without thinking about this, my nightmare, it haunts me as I grew up, but I know it would not be forever because of my situation now.
"Have you ever thought about how lucky other people are to live peacefully with their families? Have you?"
Sister Mao halted me by blocking the way; I raised my head up and see her eyes staring at me.
"Why do you ask me that? Did your family plan on killing you, or are you a war with them?" Sister Mao's question got me a little surprised for a second; I am glad to be able to hold back the emotional state I have at the moment because it will cause a cringe in everyone's eyes if they see my face occupied by the tear's traces.
