My name is Jing Zhang, I am seventeen years old and a freshman in high school. It's a bit late to enter the first year of high school at this age, but I couldn't help it. Something happened at home when I was a child. I didn't go to elementary school until I was eight years old, and I was delayed all the way.
I don't remember much about my childhood, so I have long forgotten what my parents looked like. My second uncle rarely mentioned it to me. When I asked about it occasionally, he would just say "Your parents are away from home" and dismissed me.
Later, when I entered junior high school, I found my mother's death certificate and found out that she was gone. As for my father, my second uncle only said that he had committed a crime and was squatting in there, and refused to say anything else.
