When my Adoptive Father first saw me, I was eating a bowl of spoiled rice.
Hungry flies were fighting me for the food, and I couldn’t even spare a hand to shoo them away.
Later, he took me home. He threw me a party for my seventh birthday.
He said, “Xiao Jue, today is your new beginning. From now on, this day will be your birthday every year.”
Everyone smiled at me. Only my Adoptive Mother roared after the banquet had ended, “She’s your illegitimate daughter, isn’t she?”