I was a child abandoned by my mother on a snowy night. I survived for thirteen years under the beatings, scolding and hunger of my father and stepmother.
They said I was a bastard that no one wanted, a dead star.
Until that woman came back with glory, hugged me and said, "Baby, mommy is late."
She used her billions to erase the scars on my body, and she used all her love to heal the darkness in my heart.
There are no brothers to share favors with, no others to plot against me, her wealth is mine alone; her gentleness is mine alone.
It turns out that life held in the palm of mother's hand can really shine brightly.
