KNITTING CHILDHOOD

Life is like a never-ending run, no one can blame anyone, because no one wants it.

Growing up with drops of milk, life does not allow a reluctant mother not to love her lost child. We must love and adore him twice as much because his fate is already miserable. The hug and caress of a baby still red lying in a torn basket, resilient through the stormy night, that child must be strong and resilient. The sun-filled room of the young couple was filled with the giggles and cries of a newborn baby for the first time. People are also curious, but they love the child more than the treachery of God. His jet-black eyes glittering with round stars looked out the window, catching the sunlight of the mountains. The eyes smile with the years, growing up in warm love. Sometimes it is not pity but a privilege that heaven bestowed upon the unfortunate girl's life.

At the age of 2, Dan learned to speak, clinging to the window frame in the house every day with the sound of "mama..ma" in his mouth.

"She's so pretty, she's quick-witted..!" That's what Ann said to her husband every time she returned from the farm, looking up at the house where the small child was holding the door frame waiting for her parents. She obediently let her parents work, woke up, and then slept again, life gradually went on smoothly as if nothing had ever happened. In the gentle afternoon sunlight, Dan's mother squinted at the distant sky, she still vividly remembers the morning two years ago, after the most terrifying night of her 20 years, the night when the warmth was leaving, leaving in her small house a feeling of anticipation as if waiting for something. When the storm was over, she was afraid to face the broken remnants, afraid to see a fresh flower tree yesterday, now battered in the storm, afraid to see a pile of dry firewood. next to the wet house, or afraid to see desolation on this dear and lovely land. But there was one thing that pushed fear back, and that was a tattered basket cuddling a newborn baby in the sleeping paper. She was afraid to call her husband to come, the couple looked at each other with wide eyes and then reached out to pat the child. Pitiful! Their lives took on a new spice - an unnamed child.

Dan lived in the love of his father and mother, thinking that Dan's life was perfect as planned.