A Childhood Wrapped up in Fate Floats in Northern Jiangsu

My childhood years passed between two roofs. In my grandmother's home, under the warmth of my blood, there was a barrier and alienation that was difficult to dissolve. When I was in school, I was forced to return to my biological father and find myself in a strange and cold family atmosphere. I was wrapped up in trivial housework in the morning and evening, and I was alone in the noise and harsh criticism. The coldness of the native family is like a mist covering the whole body, layer upon layer, making it difficult to break away. But even though the journey was windy, rainy and muddy, fate never favored her, and she never bowed to life and compromised. He silently accumulated strength in the silent years, grew up on his own in the time when there was no one to support him, and finally relied on his solitary courage to break free from the shackles of the past, overcome the haze of childhood, and live into his own light.