Am I or was I the person who has or had caused so much grief and pain to this family?

Again, I am under no illusion or fantasies. Jennie’s Story is based on true story of my life yet one should make one’s own judgment after finished reading the entire Jennie’s Story.

It seems to me that I had been pursued by a small invisibly powerful force has/had tried to cause agony or to inflict intense pain on me or even any one who is my siblings would not be escaped from excruciating pains. All my uncles, aunts and cousins were fine and extremely well. For what purposes of the dark side of the force must have pursued me ferociously and persistently?  

My father had no a chance of killing me as my mom protected me with any cost. Sometimes, I wonder said that my father had a chance to kill me if the family’s fates of essential concomitant with my death would be any difference? I was thinking from present-day perspective because my father thought that he had not chance of killing me, and then he might as well sell me as most of my aunts and cousins told me that I was a good looking child with fair skin. Therefore, many rich people would adopt me. My father began to tell any one who he knew that he wanted to sell me and he wanted to go to local radio station to let them know that he had a child for sale. My mom just ignored him.

Even, a chance to kill me was slim; he was always looking for opportunities. My second brother, third sister and I, we were then eight, thirteen and six years old respectively, went down to the creek in the bright-shining day trying to catch small fishes for lunch on the way to vegetable gardens to pull weeds. I was so happy to see and to pick up the seven pennies at bottom of creek. I then ran back home and gave them to my mom while she was ready to visit my oldest brother at nuns’ temple to ask him to come home.  She called me right before I walked through the door. She looked at me a minute yet she did not say anything but just said “go” with lack impetus. I lost consciousness immediately after we had arrived to vegetable gardens. I heard my father shouting at me that he would kill me today and then I felt severe pains by something hitting my head, my arm and back of my body. My father hit me hard and over and over with his carrying pole. I tried to move but failed. So, I was ready for him to kill me but then he suddenly stopped. I hardly open my eyes; it was between 1:00PM and 1:30PM from intense sun’s rays. I saw something, I could not see the feet and or a head as I did not have the strength to move my body, wearing a long white robe, like a cloud of white mist, float in the air between me and my father under intense sunlight in my semiconscious state. I did not know how long I was unconscious and when did my third sister and second brother left. The image of long white robe, looked like a cloud of white mist, it could be under my optical illusions as I was still under semiconscious state and looked up from lying sideways on the yam fields of thick and bright green leaves. However, my father must have also seen it. He suddenly stopped and betook himself away as this was the best and possibly his only chance to kill me without under the protection of my mom. He had never come back to hit me again. I closed my eyes again as I felt so sick and weak yet I also felt confident without any fear as I felt like someone was there with me.

One of my cousins, my third aunt’s son and he was about 12 years old then, came to carry me back by sunset as he was asked by my grandma and his mom.  My father sat on the stool which was about foot high in front of open door of a hot stove which was cocking a dinner while my grandma was lecturing him on what he have done to me and my mom also just came back one step ahead of us. He folded his arms on his stomach when my cousin carried me walking through the front door. He looked at me with alert and listless resignation.

Strange to say, He had never hit me or told our neighbors that he would sell me again. He must have been frightened by or respectful to the reality of what I had seen the god-like wearing a long white robe. Again, my mom was calm or had not been at all surprised. I was perfectly fine the next day. The thing that still puzzles me is the seven cents which I picked up from creek. I was perfectly healthy and I did not feel anything wrong with me or uncomfortable before I picked up the seven cents. However, I totally lost consciousness immediately after I had arrived to vegetable gardens without any awareness of my illness. There was a folded bright yellow paper, which most Taiwanese used for eulogy of dead or on the ceremonial occasion of a funeral, besides the seven cents.

Another mystery was and still is, it was early July and we, my third sister and second brother, left home at sunrise, between 6:15AM and 6:35AM. My cousin did not carry back until sunset, around 7:00PM. I was unconscious and lay on the yam fields for more than 12:00 hours in the July intense sun's rays. The yam plants, which were used to feed between three and four pigs and the pigs then sold to the butchers after pigs growing up, were a large portion of our vegetable garden next to our third uncle and sixth uncle as well as other neighbors’ garden surrounded by race fields about 450 feet from the bottom of the mountain. I was not dehydrated under the intense sun without shadow and I did NOT have the mosquitoes, insets or rats and snakes bites.  I was full of physical strength on the next morning.

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