Two generations lie buried in yellow earth, while the poor are bullied at every turn.
Grandfather spent half his life bowing his head and enduring humiliation, going hungry and suffering cold stares, always at the mercy of others.
Father lived his whole life feeling useless and stifled, beneath the scorn of others, with every generation ground into the mud. The elders say no family’s hardship lasts beyond three generations. I was born into the last generation of a poor family, having witnessed the humiliation and indignity of my ancestors and my father. I vowed to defy fate and change our lot. Rising from a dead-end village in the mountains, I would brave the world and build a family fortune. In a single day, I would lift my family to prominence and rewrite the generations-old fate of poverty!
