One day, after my father had neatly arranged the farming tools in the toolbox as usual, I took the opportunity to sneak out a small hoe while he wasn't paying attention.
After finishing everything, I put on my backpack and set off for school on foot. My home was quite far from the school, requiring a walk of over an hour and the only vehicle at home was a tricycle. My father would never waste time driving his "bully" of a daughter to school.
Nevertheless, I was determined to go to school, hoping that education would enable me to leave this small mountain village and fly away from my original family, like a bird.
Without proper shoes, my feet were constantly covered in painful blisters from walking long distances.
