The mother spent her whole life drawing a circle, enclosing the eldest son in her arms and keeping the younger son out of the circle.
But she didn't expect that the ones inside the circle would grow into docile vines, which would be entangled all their lives, but never produce their own flowers; the ones outside the circle would grow into stubborn pine trees, and after ten years of wind and snow, they would eventually grow into towering trees. It wasn't until her eldest son's marriage broke up and his career failed, but her younger son returned to his hometown in uniform, that Mei Hua finally understood that what she tried her best to hold on to might never really belong to her; and that what she pushed away with all her strength was the greatest pride of her life. This is a story about maternal love, escape and redemption.
You think love means retention, but actually it means letting go.
Purpose: Women's Awakening