Lotus

Lian thought about it countless times. I have never seen my father since I opened my eyes and could see the world around me. My family was always very poor, and I could not go to kindergarten until I was four years old. In my memory, I had never seen anything like milk powder and snacks. Although the family was quite poor, at least until she was ten years old, her mother still performed her so-called duties, although the two meals she prepared every day consisted of gruel and only a few kimchi. I was confused as to why my mother would gather her wooden chopsticks and place them in her palms before eating. She would close her eyes and say something that I couldn't understand at the time. I only knew that she was reverently confessing something. And every time I was distracted and stirred the bottom of the bowl with wooden chopsticks to make a sound, my mother would cast a look of disgust, her whole face would wrinkle up as if she were inspecting stinking sex, and the hands that clenched the wooden chopsticks would tremble with anger... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.