When my mother gave birth to me, it rained heavily on Lijiagang. My mother died of dystocia. Before she died, she said in great horror: This child is not...
No one knows what I am not.
My seven-year-old, fourteen-year-old, and twenty-first-year-old birthdays, my memory strangely stays at these three points in time, and other memories are a fog.
Suddenly one day, I discovered that my mother was not dead, and she had two more sisters...
