Introduction
I have been a turtle on the island all my life and have never seen the faces of my parents.
When I was born, I had to taste all the flavors of life. I had to crawl on the muddy river bed towards the sea to find my mother and my father.
I don't know the sweetness of mother's juice, let alone holding my father's hand and touching his possibly calloused lines.
If there is a god in this world, please don't deprive me of my ragged happiness.
Please help me, please don't hurt me again.