In her childhood, she never had the stable warmth under the roof.
Her parents divorced, and she was left in the care of her elderly grandmother. Day after day of harsh criticism and beatings filled her memories of her youth. She never had the playfulness of other children or the favor of her family. Over the long years, she could only hold on to the scars all over her body and grow up alone in the mud with no one to save her.
She had looked forward to escaping from the quagmire of her origin countless times, thinking that when she grew up, she would be able to break away from all the shackles on her body and run for a life of her own. But the tide of fate always pushed her into the world of fireworks. After traveling in circles for half her life, she finally settled between the stove and trivial housework, becoming the most ordinary housewife.
The ambitions hidden deep in my heart when I was young, and all the hot yearning for the distant future, are slowly fading away in the waste of firewood, rice, oil and salt. She has suffered most of the hardships in the world, and in the end, she was not able to live the life she imagined when she was young.
Purpose: The core of this story is not simply about the suffering of women in life, but is based on the very common life dilemma of women at the bottom.