Lotus

I am Lotus. A year after his father's death, his mother married a butcher. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Mother held up the knife and said, Lian, can we go together? I stared at my mother coldly and said nothing. The butcher's blood spread around my hand. My mother's hand shook again and again and finally fell on me. The lotus does not hurt. Mother, help you breathe. . . . The knife pierced into the flesh, and I fainted from the pain before I could even experience death.