That year, when I was five years old, I was wearing a rose-red dress with fungus edges that my grandpa bought and I was squatting on the simple movable sand floor downstairs in the community. I carefully looked at a round, milky-white pebble with fine lines. In the sun, the white part became more crystal clear. I held it in my hand and stroked it along the texture of the stone like a treasure.
"Mom! Look, she laid an egg!"
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Intention: Endless love, family affection, and friendship