"I wish to see your director," said Xu Kewei, dabbing the corner of her eyes with a tissue, "I grew up here."
The security guard nodded blankly, pointing her to the director's office and thinking: she's dressed in very fine clothes, could she have made a fortune and is here to donate to the orphanage?
The location of the director's office was the same as it was twenty years ago, but its facilities have improved considerably - only compared to those twenty years ago though.
As Xu Kewei approached the office door, she saw an old man in his fifties and two women in their thirties washing a child's hands. The child was covered in dust, his face marred by repeated crying, and sobbing about being hit by others.
