Statue of squirrel

Relationship: Im/migrant

Back in the day, there are many mountains and fields in villages, where we were grow up. There was a forest behind the old house, there were bamboos, longan trees planed by my grandfather, amount with other traditional chinese medicines. One day, I and my cousin discovered a hive, it was big and seem full of sweet honey. As a child, we couldn't resist the temptation of the honey, so we decided to take the honey. But we came out with a bad idea, throwing stones to the hive. As you can imagine, we instead of knocking the hive down, we pissed the bees that were flying around, and we got chased all the way to the other side of the village where we found a small stream and jump in to keep away from the angry bees. At the time we went home, it was closed to dusk.  We were laughing all the way hoem because our faces were swollen like a pig's head.It was a nice memory for me, but it was hard for us to get back to the old time. I couldn't forget the day we were leaving, he came with red eyes, I could see the tears around his eyes. When he gave me the statue, I no long hold my emotion and cry out. I rout out the statue today, and  realized the ears of the statue were broken, at a sudden, memories flood out. It was a shame for me to break the statue, but the sentiment between us never break apart.

Relationship:  Im/migrant Im/migrant