Drowning

The story of two girls who saved themselves from drowning. What I wrote before: I was born in a family that did not favor sons over daughters, and I have not suffered any deep pain. However, my mother grew up in a family that favored sons over daughters. I can see the suffering of many girls around me, and I can see the discipline of girls from a secular perspective called equality. They will tell you that girls should get married early and have children early, so that someone will take care of you in the future, and they will hope that you find a stable job instead of going out to make a living. But they didn't ask if they wanted it. They melted into them and didn't ask. This feeling almost envelopes every girl's life. It's not like dying instantly like being stabbed by someone while walking on the road, but like drowning. You slowly walk into the river alone under everyone's gaze, sink slowly, and die slowly under the suppressed eyes and gradually suppressed breathing. To live is to cross that river and never look back. But most girls spend their entire lives drowning, waiting to die. I should be free. They should also be free. The novel is called Drowning. This is a story I came up with when I was 21 years old and saw the tragedies of many girls. I was in pain but powerless. I hope to be able to do my best to write about some of the suffering I have seen women endure so that more people can see it and the world is forced to see it. As weeds continue to grow, they should grow wildly in the infinite space between heaven and earth. Hope I can do it. September 19, 2024 waiting for new life Intention: I hope you can all walk across that river.