When I was a child my parents sent me away to Chongqing. I attended kindergarten there. Each week I had some money to buy myself a comic series called doraamon from Japan. I remember I was always uncomfortable. I ate food in the kindergarten and vomited when they had eggplants in the meal. I was selected to perform a Tibetan dance. The teachers put cosmetic on my face. I danced. And the clothes came undone. I was sick. I was sent to the school clinic. I waited outside sitting on a ledge. The nurses finally came. I talked with her and felt inadequate because my parents weren’t there. My dad came visit. We went to a wonderland-ish park. He lost his wallet riding roller coaster with me. Then they took me away back to Haikou. I attended schools and never fit in with anybody or any groups. Since then I had thought about how parental decisions could influence a child’s growing up. Etc.