In the twelfth lunar month of 1970, my neighbor said that my husband was a deserter. The whole hospital was silent when the five-year-old son said: "The people who didn't let him come back are still here."
No one knows that I can draw military maps, identify enemy agents, and tell secrets that only the victims know. No one knew that the symbols he drew were exactly the same as those his father brought back from Eagle Ridge.
I thought orphans and widowed mothers could only endure it. Until he used his slingshot to protect me, his notebook to hold grudges, and his nightmares to tell me "that place".
He said, "Mom, I'm here." But when he stared at the photo of Eagle Ridge and trembled, I didn't know...
Who is this child in my arms?
# Zero #The map drawn by my son can catch the spy #chronological text #abusive scum #two-way protection of mother and child
No one knew that this child could draw military maps, identify enemy agents, and tell secrets that only the victims knew.
No one knew that the symbol he drew was exactly the same as the one his father brought back from Eagle Ridge.
# Zero #The five-year-old military boy drew a list of enemy agents #My son is the hidden boss
