My name is Zuo An.
A strange name. Just because I was born in the hospital delivery room on the left side of the embankment, my parents gave me this name very hastily.
I grew up with my grandmother in a small rural village.
Grandma never mentioned my parents to me.
When I was young, I would often ask my grandmother out of curiosity when I saw the parents of my neighbor's children—where are my parents? Why don't they come to see me?
Whenever this happens, grandma will look at me silently. I was young at that time, so I didn't know what the look in my grandma's eyes should be called.
As I grew up, I began to understand that the look deep in the eyes is called ---- sadness and helplessness!
Then, I discovered that my parents, who had never appeared in my life, gradually became less important. I no longer have unlimited reverie and envy for the parents of other people's children.
My parents have become an obscure presence in my life.
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