When I was nine years old, a city woman came to my house. My mother said, "This is your auntie who is on the eighth road." At first, I felt strange and refused to approach her. It wasn't until the auntie took out two big red apples that I timidly called "auntie" and then took the apples... My house is very small, and I didn't want to sleep with her at night, until the auntie told me a story...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
