So, after giving birth to three daughters in succession, he finally had his own precious baby. By then, Gouwazi was seven years old, and he began his miserable life. He had to get up earlier than chickens, eat less than cats, and sleep later than dogs. He cut grass for pigs to earn work points, dug wild vegetables, collected firewood, and had to carry a fat baby on his back. He became a punching bag for no reason...
Even if he was standing still, he would be kicked unexpectedly. Beatings and kicks were commonplace. He had to wear shoes with exposed toes all year round, and his clothes were thin and worn. He didn't even have a place to live, and had to sleep with pigs. He was often beaten and scolded because people disliked his body odor!
Now he was twenty-two years old, and he looked like a bamboo pole, with not a pound of flesh on his body. He was just like an old ox in his foster mother's family. His adoptive mother often called him an animal, saying that he was born to be a slave to her family. She would not even marry him off because she wanted to use her own son's children to support him in his old age and control him...
Grandma Si's emotions had reached their limit, and she broke down crying: "No, no, don't say anymore, no, don't say anymore, my poor grandson, why, why did God do this to our family, what was wrong with falling down?
Grandpa Si also shed turbid tears. He had spent his whole life in the military and stood between heaven and earth. He believed that he had a strong character and that what he had done in his life was worthy of heaven and earth. He was worthy of the country and the people.
I only feel endless guilt towards my family. Why, why couldn't God be a little better to them? My son and daughter are gone, and my grandson, whom I never knew, is living a life worse than pigs and dogs somewhere, and this has been going on for twenty-two years.
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