No One Heard

Three coffins, three people. Hao Sijia from Jincheng University didn't know until the day she received the call that the 28,000 yuan transferred from her sister was her last words. She rushed back to her hometown, but her father, mother, and sister were all gone. In her sister Lanzhi's room, she found a stack of diaries. From the age of five to twenty-five, from crooked pencil calligraphy to beautiful regular script. Twenty years of thoughts are all written in it. In the diary, Langzhi practiced calligraphy, ran, took first place in the exam, and was praised by the principal as "a powerful girl". He also wrote about being beaten and isolated, about how the 288 Yuanyan tuition fee cost his mother a fraction of the money she spent playing mahjong, and about how she was always the good kid who said "it's okay". She thought that if she practiced her calligraphy well, others would be happy. She thought she could run out of that home if she ran faster. She lived her life as a "heroine" in everyone's eyes, but failed to save herself. No one heard her inner voice. Until she never spoke again. This is a sad story about native family and female growth. It is also a long letter written to all the "invisible" girls. She has practiced calligraphy for many years. The writing is beautiful. People are not getting better.