With each passing day, I didn't lose hope. I fought to have more.

And below the heimongmong, all along the ground, were weeds already spilling out over the edges, running wild in every direction.

Isn't that how it is when you must decide with your heart? You are not just choosing one thing over another. You are choosing what you want. And you are also choosing what somebody else does not want, and all the consequences that follow. You can tell yourself, That's not my problem, but those words do not wash the trouble away. Maybe it is no longer a problem in your life. But it is always a problem in your heart.

Your life is what you see in front of you. -An-mei

With each passing day, I didn't lose hope. I fought to have more.

I saw what I had been fighting for: it was for me, a scared child.

It's a luxury being a writer, because all you ever think about is life.