The biological sister who called my mother "Third Aunt", our family waited for thirty years for her to call her "Mom".
In that era when "sons are the root", three daughters meant a lifetime of being unable to hold one's head high. In order to keep the Feng family alive, Lin Yuee tearfully gave her third daughter Xiyue to her eldest sister to raise. She thought this was just a temporary separation - she would take the child back after giving birth to her son. But she didn't know that once you step on some roads, you can never look back. In thirty years, the three sisters lived three lives.
This is a story about the scars of the times, maternal choices and family reconciliation. The palms and backs of my hands are full of flesh, and it hurts no matter which side I cut. But love will eventually heal everything.
The intention: to use a "cutting off" farewell to write about women's tolerance, trauma and reconciliation under the torrent of the times.