The Caged Bird's Journey

When I'm bored, I stand in the corridor and watch all kinds of people come and go. The nurses in white are always hurrying about. As I wander from floor to floor, I often hear patients and their families crying. Those adults cry just like little kids, and they cry even louder than us children. Breakfast at the shop by the hospital entrance never costs more than one yuan, yet those adults still argue with the owner over a few cents.