Late Spring

When the rebels entered our house, they asked my father: "Which of your family's aunts knows the future?" My father turned pale with fright and looked at us sisters with his head knocked open. The rebel sneered and pointed at my sister and me and asked, "Is it the big one or the small one?" My sister couldn't wait to stand up: "It's me, it's me." The rebel asked, "What evidence do you have?" She looked at me with contempt: "She is mute, how could it be her?" Intention: Everything is Dharma