If Aunt Xue could be more determined, wouldn't Baochai not have to suppress all her life's longings into cold incense? If Mrs. Prince could open her arms, wouldn't Severus have to walk alone in the dark for half his life?
With this thought, I became "them". But I don't care what that book says.
I only saw a child, standing in the early morning of my life, the fog was a bit thick. And I am his mother.
My arrival is a new beginning in itself. I am not going to mend the existing cracks, I am going to give him a foundation that has never been there before. Replace the familiar doubts with unreserved trust; cover the loneliness he is destined to have with justified preference.
When he grew up, people could not find the familiar tragedy in the story. I only see a person with a stretched soul and clear eyes. They asked why.
My child thought about it and smiled: "Probably because my life didn't start with tragedy - it started with my mother's 'Welcome' and a bowl of hot soup."
