She walked into my house in a special way. When I got home from school that day, I saw her, sitting in front of the washtub, washing a lot of clothes. I don't know how she finished washing the clothes, and I don't know how we finished the meal. I just remember that my brother, sister, and I were beaten by our dad at night. Dad called us and he told us: "I want to find you a mother." None of us could accept this. Like my brothers and sisters, we all said no, but he still came into my house. On the wedding night, under Dad's repeated urging, I timidly called out "Mom".