Godmother

Life is really rushed, and in a blink of an eye, I am over fifty. Everyone likes to remember, no matter young or old. Now I often recall those days of youth, but in my youth, I liked to recall my younger childhood. When I was eighteen years old, I recorded the childhood memories that I thought were suffering. Decades later, after experiencing more personal vicissitudes, I discovered: Those so-called sufferings turned out to be just inevitable on the road to growth...