Mother's Memoir

The hospital blankets are always so white, with a faint smell of disinfectant. Every day, I lie in bed,
warmly , watching the sunlight slowly slip away from the windowsill. Last night,
I suddenly and inexplicably heard the cry of wild geese. I don't know if it was a hallucination or if geese were really flying by. Anyway,
I suddenly woke up, remembering Yan Shu's poem, "A sweet dream frequently interrupted, from where does the cry of a wild goose come from?" I sat up and cried.

I know I miss my son who is far away in the south. Perhaps my days are numbered. Looking at
my sister's face, which is both smiling and bitter, I can guess. My longing for him is like a leech stuck to my heart,
tearing at me, making me as vulnerable as a child. I can't find anyone to confide in. Who can I confide in? Should I destroy
my son ? When the pain keeps churning, sometimes my chest feels so tight I can't breathe, I often wonder,
why hasn't God taken me away yet?
... I was born in a small county town. My father was a mid-level cadre, a retired soldier

.

My mother was illiterate,
but very intelligent—much more so than my father. Living in that compound in those days instilled a great deal of
vanity. When classmates were in school, they always formed small cliques, intentionally or unintentionally, making us,
the children in our compound, the envy of others. This also made us less inclined to actively socialize.

Xiaowen and I were inseparable like that. He was a very quiet boy, mostly
still, even somewhat effeminate. But I liked him because he was particularly popular with adults. I
never understood if my feelings were related to this. However, I'm very perceptive of subtle hints; I could
understand what my parents wanted me to do and who they wanted me to be with.

I was the kind of girl whose sexual awareness developed very early. At four or five, I secretly thought about sex
. Xiaowen was sometimes oblivious. When we played house, he never understood what it meant to be a couple
…

but I knew. I heard my parents talking about it, but I never saw it.
Until , I stubbornly believed that sex was done standing up. So, countless times, standing there, I would pull his little
penis and try to insert it into me. He was interested, but also scared. He would always look
around warily as I watched his penis being stretched out.

Once, perhaps when he was around six, we were talking in an abandoned house when I suddenly needed to pee. I
didn't think there was any need to hide it from him, so I peed in the corner. Just then, an auntie came in. "What are you doing?" she asked
. He blushed, looking like he was about to run away. I didn't say anything, pulled up my pants, and calmly said,
"Peeing." She didn't suspect anything; after all, we were just kids. She told my parents.

My father had a fiery temper, no matter who he was talking to. At dinner, he would ask me with a
dark on the table. I didn't say anything. My mother would then say, "It's just peeing, you're just a child."

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