Of the hundreds of households in the village, 99 fled overnight, but only one family stayed. In the yard, a young man wrapped in a thick coat knelt down and begged his mother. The rebels were about to come, and her mother was going to fight them! The son knelt on the ground, his eyes red with anger, but he was too dumb to say much, because his mother had always had the final say in the family, but now that the war was in turmoil and the whole village was on the run, her mother refused to leave.
