I don't know my name, and I don't have a grave. I was buried casually after my death, without a coffin and a few bunches of straw. I don't even know my mother's name. I only know that she was a child bride.
Before I was born, when I was 8 months old and in the amniotic fluid, I could vaguely hear their conversation.
"If it's a girl doll, just drown it." I was still a little panicked, because I didn't know if I was the girl doll they said.
October came quickly, and in the end I drowned
But I, who should have returned to hell, am still in this world
Purpose: Active life