What If

I think, the phrase “what if” indicates people’s imagination of things, which they understand, are not likely to happen. But we still keep dreaming, because imagination is beautiful.

So…

What if, when I was born, the nurse brought the wrong child to my parents, and I was supposed to grow up with some farmers that worry about food everyday, would I live a simpler and more peaceful life?

What if, in my 20s, like a normal Chinese kid, I grew up, got a college degree and worked my butt off for 200 bucks a month, would I settle down and not thinking about showing off myself?

What if, in my 30s, I had my baby girl, would I be sad that she would soon be another victim of the society? The world would put so much pressure on her; yet everyone tells her that women should be strong if she wants to survive.

What if, in my 40s, my marriage was falling apart, my husband didn’t even know my existence, and my child stopped calling me mother, would my heart break into pieces? Or would I already be so num since I’ve been always treated that way.

What if, in my 50s, my life finally ended for some reason, who would be so kind to be in my funeral? And if they came, who would shed a tear in front of my grave to fare me well on my way?

What if, I was never born… where would my spirit be? Wish God… hopefully…