Mao Chun (Mao Chun)

Grant Status

Log in or Register to Donate!

About

Profile

May 1, 1992 was the day I was born into my impoverished family. As an older person now, I look back to the memories of our five-person family unit surviving in brutal poverty. My home did not have much grain or rice, while others had a plentiful supply. We sometimes borrowed from other families to feed ourselves and return the amount back to them the next year. If we were lucky to have a good crop season, you can see the smiles on my family’s faces, and vice a versa. During Chinese New Year, others would kill their pigs to feast on, while we would never be able to. Without anything to eat, we would just hide at home, fearing that others would talk about our lack of festivities. But our family would never step foot inside another’s roof just to eat pork.

During the course of my studies, my dad would cross many roads in the wind to get to my relatives’ houses to borrow my tuition. Here a little, and there a little, we would gather enough to send me to school