After going to teach in a remote mountain village, I sponsored a poor girl there every year.
There were six children in her family, and she was the fifth daughter.
I felt sorry for what she had been through, so every year I paid her tuition and living expenses.
Then, the year she started college, she demanded that I give her 3,000 yuan a month for living expenses.
When I said I wanted to visit her university, she drugged me and took me back to the mountains, broke both my legs, and sold me to a lame widower.
Meanwhile, she used the money to live a lavish life.
I was locked in a pigsty and tortured until I wished I were dead.
She cursed me viciously: “Why do you get to live so comfortably? You live in a big city, with money, beauty, and a husband who loves you.”
“You’re so happy, yet you couldn’t spare me a little money. I hope you’re born in the mountains in your next life, too.”
“Don’t blame me. If you have to blame someone, blame yourself for not taking me away back then.”
When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the days when I taught in the mountains.
