I haven't heard the word "mother" in a very, very long time. What is it?

My mother cried very sadly and said she would take me home.

As soon as I heard I was going home, I became happy and started to run away with my mother, but no matter how hard we tried, we couldn't escape.

We were caught and brought back by my wicked aunt. She said she would use me to deal with some country and some people. I hid behind my mother and noticed that she was trembling.

My mother was very scared by what my aunt said, and I became scared too.

My mother hugged me and said she wanted to go with me to a place where no one could hurt or take advantage of us anymore. She asked if I was willing, and I nodded.

I don't want to stay here anymore. I want to leave with my mother.

My mother was about to jump out of the window with me when my older brother, Xiaotian, ran out and pulled me back.

I watched as my mother fell out of the window and crashed, bleeding profusely.

I felt dizzy, my vision went black, and then I knew nothing more.

I don't know how much time passed before I woke up, but a voice was in my head.

The voice kept saying, "Go home, go home."

I followed her lead and said, "Let's go home, let's go home."

The bad auntie continued to have another bad auntie teach me, but I couldn't hear anything. The voice in my head kept telling me not to listen.

After a while, my wicked aunt grabbed my shoulders and shook me violently. She yelled like a madwoman, saying that I had ruined her plan and that all her efforts had been in vain and that she had wasted her time.

Then she left and never cared about me again.

Later, I was taken to live with another aunt.

The auntie smiled at me, but I wasn't scared.

Xiao Tian said that the aunt was his mother.

From then on, I lived with Xiaotian's mother.

She would tell me many, many stories, which I loved. I started to eat and sleep well again. I was very happy with her, and my little tiger was happy too.

I don't know how much time passed, but Xiaotian's mother fell ill and then disappeared.

I was taken to an unfamiliar place by my brother Xiaotian. We moved frequently, and I was often alone at home. I couldn't go anywhere except my room.

The voice in my head kept telling me to go home, and I never forgot about going home.

But where is home? Where should I go back to? I don't know.

Later, my brother Xiaotian and I moved to a new house, and I started having a lot of people to play with. I was very happy every day.

But I still didn't forget to go home. One day, when no one was around, I ran out, wanting to go home.

But not long after, they were taken back into the house, and the door was locked.

Until one day, my brother Xiaotian brought home a very beautiful older sister, saying that she could cure my illness.

My sister and I were playing a sleeping game. My sister said that we could go home when we woke up.

When I woke up again, I was in a strange place. There were many people surrounding me. I was very scared. I hid under the bed and under the table. I didn't want to see them. I wanted my brother Xiaotian.

Not long after, the pretty older sister came back and gave me some delicious fish.

There was also an older brother and a black dog. We played together and had so much fun.

I fell asleep after playing until I was tired. When I woke up, I saw my grandfather.

His hair was so white, I remember Grandpa was so young and handsome.

Grandpa hugged me and cried, and the rest of the family cried too. They said I was home. I looked at some familiar places and slowly remembered many things.

Later I had a dream that my mother left and told me to stay at home and that no one could hurt me anymore.

I was reluctant to leave my mother, but she still left.

In the days that followed, I spent time with my family and had a very happy time every day.

Until one night, I dreamed of Brother Xiaotian, and I realized that I hadn't seen Brother Xiaotian for a long time. I was very sad and missed seeing Brother Xiaotian.

Later, the pretty older sister took me to see Brother Xiaotian. I talked to Brother Xiaotian for a long time, and then said goodbye to him.

I don't know why, but after meeting Brother Xiaotian, I never thought about him again.

I learn and play with my family every day. As I grow up, I learn a lot of knowledge and principles, and I meet many people. I like this kind of life.

One day, I finally learned that Brother Xun was actually my younger brother, and Sister Yueyue was my future sister-in-law.

Xiang Mingjie was my younger brother's comrade-in-arms. He came to visit us with my brother, and we became friends.

He loves to laugh and is very humorous. He often tells me jokes that make me laugh out loud.

I enjoy talking and doing things with him. I like his smile, which makes me feel relaxed and happy.

Later, he confessed his feelings to me, and we started dating.

My family liked him very much, and his family liked me very much too. We got married not long after.

I am very happy with my married life, and we have two lovely little ones.

As for the little tiger that had been with me for many years, I put it away long ago.

Until that day, when I was packing my things, a box fell to the ground and a little tiger fell out.

I picked up the little tiger, and a flood of memories rushed into my mind. It felt like a heavy stone was pressing on my heart, and tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. I couldn't help but call out a name, "Brother Xiaotian."

When I grew up, I sealed away my memories of my brother Xiaotian.

I don't know how to face this memory.

Xiao Tian is Japanese, and I deeply despise Japanese people.

But Brother Xiaotian stayed with me during the most helpless time.

I don't know whether I should hate him or be grateful to him.

I should hate his family for taking me away and making me suffer so much, hate his family for driving my mother to her death, hate him for knowing where my home is but keeping me locked up and not letting me go home, hate him for separating me from my family for thirty years and making me unable to go home.

I should still be grateful to him for standing up for me when I was in danger, for bringing me food and water when I was hungry and thirsty, for keeping me company when I was alone in the dark, and for letting me survive.

I don't know. My status prevents me from being grateful to him, yet my feelings prevent me from hating him.

I was torn between two options and in great pain.

Xiang Mingjie heard me crying outside and rushed in. When he saw me holding the little tiger, he immediately understood everything. He didn't blame me; instead, he comforted me and told me to face my feelings.

He comforted me, saying that Xiao Tian had indeed done something wrong, but he had never meant any harm to me. In my heart, I should be grateful to him, and I could thank him.

However, the things he did that harmed his fellow Chinese citizens were indeed wrong, and as Chinese people, we should condemn him.

I asked, crying, "How can you be both grateful to someone and condemn them at the same time?"

He laughed and said, "Why not? Nothing is set in stone, and nothing is predetermined."

People need to learn to be flexible and to make peace with themselves.

I nodded, slowly processing what he said, and gradually, just as he said, faced up to my feelings for Brother Xiaotian.

I am no longer in pain, nor do I block out my memories. I have learned to make peace with myself.

The children ran in, saw the little tiger and wanted to play with it. I handed it to them, and they fought over it, filling the room with laughter.

Xiang Mingjie and I exchanged a glance, and we both saw happiness and contentment in each other's eyes.