When my child came home from school, they were holding a pear delivered by the village guardian.
I demanded a divorce from my husband on the spot and set fire to our home.
The whole village came to talk me down. My husband climbed out of bed and knelt, begging, "You're going to destroy this family over one pear?"
I gripped the torch tightly, trembling violently with fear.
"The pear has arrived. This house has to burn!"
My husband shouted hoarsely, his eyes bloodshot. "Our girl is only in elementary school! Are you really going to abandon your own child?"
I couldn't care about anything anymore. I shook my head fiercely. "I don't have a child! You're not my husband, and Yinyin isn't my daughter. I have nothing to do with any of you anymore!"
