My mother always likes to bring things home from the factory. On the winter solstice, she brought back a large bag of moldy flour to make dumplings. I warned that there was aflatoxin, which can kill people, but she slapped me down, and she and my father held me down together and forced the moldy flour into my mouth. In severe pain, I died on the winter solstice. When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the moment when she opened the flour bag. This time I didn't say anything and silently helped her make dumplings. Watching the whole family happily eating the plate of poisonous dumplings, I sat at the table without saying a word.
