Moon Creek

When I was born, I fell into a ditch. It was 1958 and I was hungry, just a few years after the liberation. I really don't remember whether I was hungry or not when I was a child. But when I was a child, I was thin and yellow-skinned. I said to my mother: Either you give birth to me earlier or you give birth to me later. At this time when you can't even eat enough, why did you give birth to me? My mother rolled her eyes at me and said, "You two-legged beast, why do you blame me for coming out? I eat bark and wild vegetables, and I haven't fed you three or five times in one day!" As she said that, my mother started scolding my father again.