"I always thought I liked children, but the reality isn't like that. I'm scared of children, I hate children!"
She sat in the corner, hugging her legs, talking to herself.
"Everyone only cares that he disregards whether I live or die. The nurse called my name for so long, and no one came to get me. They all surrounded the child; he still needed to feed. But I didn't have enough milk, so they kept forcing me to drink lots and lots of broth, not stopping even when I vomited.
My mother and mother-in-law both said it was for the sake of the child, but I just didn't have enough milk. The child would cry from hunger in the middle of the night, giving me a headache with his crying.
Each time he would drink a few mouthfuls, and then my milk would run out, sucking until it hurt, and several times he was actually drinking my blood."
Chunfen seemed to be trapped in painful memories, her eyes losing their luster as despair and helplessness tore at her.
