She spent ten years waiting for spring and spent her life proving that abandoned people can also choose to love.
In 1953, his father died on the Korean battlefield. In 1955, my mother remarried, and I began to live in the care of others.
In 1969, my stepfather put me on the train that sent educated youth to the countryside, and bought his biological daughter a job in a factory in the city. At seventeen, I was completely sacrificed.
In the countryside, I married the farmer who saved me, but was kicked out of my home three years later because I couldn't have children. Being harassed by gangsters, abandoned by my ex-husband, and discriminated against by the whole village, I sat on the field and cried until dawn, thinking of jumping into the river to end it.
In 1977, news came that the college entrance examination would be resumed. I earned work points during the day and copied books under a kerosene lamp at night, betting all my life on an admission ticket.
This is my life: from an abandoned orphan of a martyr, to an educated youth who was kicked out of his home, to a medical student, to a surgeon, to the mother of two orphans.
This is not a heroic story, it is just a story about a man who looked up at the stars in the quagmire and how he lived to become a star that illuminates others...
