The lights of the old house, my grandma and I grew up against the wind
My parents divorced early and moved away, and I became a left-behind child in the mountains that no one cares about.
There is no complete family, no shoulders to lean on at any time, only casual comments from others, low self-esteem hidden deep in the heart, and a childhood where I even have to secretly cover my mouth when I cry.
My world was once dark, until my grandma used her thin but firm body to hold up the sky for me.
She didn't understand what family of origin was, nor what psychological trauma was, but she absorbed all my grievances and brokenness with a bowl of hot rice, an old patched dress, and an ever-gentle "don't be afraid."
We depend on each other in poverty and keep each other warm in the wind and rain.
I was sensitive and withdrawn because of my life experience, kept silent because of my family background, and was confused and helpless about my future. My grandma told me: No matter how low your starting point is, you must stand up straight and move forward.
From the mountain road to the university gate, I have gone through difficulties that others can hardly imagine.
Those lights under which I was studying late at night, those moments when I clenched my teeth and persisted, those grievances I endured alone, all became no longer lonely because I had grandma watching behind me.
This is a story written for all girls who grow up against the wind:
He was not treated kindly by fate, but still chose to be kind; a child without an umbrella grew his own wings in the wind and rain.
I was once a child abandoned by life, but in my grandma's love, I became my own light.
Purpose: Love in this world deserves to shine