This is the real-life tug between a Phoenix boy and his farmer parents. There was no big event, just a meal, a bag of eggs, an old quilt, a bag of cash that I couldn't bear to spend, and those days when we couldn't help but miss each other after the quarrel. He had tried desperately to escape from them. Later I realized that the place I wanted to go back to the most was always the home that was not respectable and upscale, but where people would always ask him, "Have you eaten?"
