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Generally speaking, I had a happy childhood because I was born after the Cultural Revolution. But there was a period in which I experienced all kinds of hardships.
When I was ten years old, my father developed a serious oxyhepatitis so he had to be hospitalized, which cost all our savings. Both of my elder sisters went to school in daytime and spent nights at our relative’s. My mother had to look after my father in the hospital, so the home completely belonged to me. I was alone, forgotten.
There was no food at home except a small can of orange, which was delicious and rare but would not be enough to stuff me. I invited my classmates one by one to my home to taste the canned orange. If they ate one section, I would go to their home and get a steamed bun, as a fair exchange. A week later, the canned orange was eaten up. I began to beg food from neighbors. Two weeks passed, my mother seemed suddenly to think of me. A relative was sent to visit our home, he was surprised to see me alive.
My father had been in hospital for about two months before coming back, uncured because we had no more money to pay the high cost of hospitalizing. He was extremely disappointed to find there was nothing in his wooden safe. He thought he would never get well, so went desperate and bad-tempered. Every time he went to farm he would say it was for us, not for himself.
“I’m reaping wheat for you…you,” he stressed the word as he went out, a sickle in his hand, face down.
Mother used to say nothing when she heard that, misty eyes on his back. The days went extremely gloomy.
There was too much corvee then, which included digging river silt. The fact of being seriously ill didn’t save my father from the forced labor. He thought he would probably die, but he had to go. No one would listen to his complaints. No chance to argue.
The family was too poor to buy any stationery for children. I lost my math book, had no rubber, borrowed a pencil from my deskmate. One day our teacher asked us to buy an exercise book, which was worth eleven fen. I searched high and low for coins. It was only nine fen that was found at last. My mother sobbed, feeling guilty for not being able to buy the book. To her great disappointment but within expectation, I came last in the following math exam.
The difficult situation lasted two years. Luckily, my father conquered the disease at long last. The family took a turn for the better.
How sad indeed to look back upon these things! It was a time that you can’t bear to think of!
There appeared some difficult periods in my life later, but they were trivial compared with that toughest one. Now, whatever gets in the way of me living, I will never cower, not to mention giving up.
(王敬涛外语)
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