In 1997, I Escaped from My Home Through a Window
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In the summer of 1997, my stepsister stole 800 yuan from the family and blamed it on me. My father beat me until I was covered in blood, and then said lightly: "Don't go to school, go to work in a cannery tomorrow." I didn't cry or beg for mercy. At three o'clock in the morning that day, I walked out of the window with the tuition fee of 1,200 yuan that I had saved by moving bricks and an admission notice from Shenzhen University. When we met again twenty-six years later, my father knelt on the streets of Shenzhen and begged me to save my stepsister who had defrauded her of eight million yuan. I had him kicked out, and then I gave my stepsister a big gift-- A detention center appointment visit code. This is a story about escape, struggle and never-forgiveness. Some scars never heal, and some hate is worth remembering for a lifetime.
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