My father and mother are a very ordinary couple. Every day they work at sunrise and rest at sunset. They don't travel, don't watch movies, and occasionally quarrel and bicker a little (though I've never seen them actually fight). They really are very ordinary. But eight years ago my mother fell ill—eight years ago she had high blood pressure and cerebral thrombosis, which left half her body paralyzed and made her unable to take care of herself. As her children, those of us in school stayed in school and those of us working stayed at work, and we were unable to care for her wholeheartedly. I am truly ashamed. For these past eight years it has always been my father taking care of my mother. Every day after finishing the work in the fields, he still has to empty her urine and stool. Since my mother got sick, my father has never quarreled or bickered with her again, and all I can do is call once a week to say I'm safe and ask after her.


