That day, I had a high fever when I came back from the wasteland covered with mounds of soil. Later, my sister told me: During those days and nights, I had a high fever and kept raving. My cries for my mother made the adults' hearts break. When I cry, my six-year-old sister will cry too; my little brother is just three years old and he doesn't understand shit, so he can still cry. We made him so noisy that he couldn't sleep well, so he started crying too. My grandma saw that my fever persisted, and she didn't listen to my father. She secretly ran to the countryside in the middle of the night, cleared away the snow, and found some weed leaves for me, which she boiled in water to drink and washed outside, and then I felt better. However, I found that life was different from before. Without my mother at home, my heart always felt empty and empty... I didn't know at that time: from the moment I watched those people bury my mother, my life trajectory had completely changed. What kind of life would be waiting for me in the future... Oh my God! Who can change this? Who can catch us falling into the abyss?