Blog 3

Blog 3 – Wen Ch’iao’s Happy Ending

Dear Diary,

… Lots of time has passed since my last entry.

Today is important. Today I will be making the hardest choice of my life. Or, maybe, the second hardest choice, because I still haven’t killed myself. It’s the day I will be choosing whether or not I should rid my son of his soon to be miserable life, gain my rights back, and get Liu killed, or if I should simply get back in bed. I never really noticed how much I’d be in need of this diary until something actually happened…

Something that has been on my mind a lot, really influencing my decision has been a 幸运饼干 (Xìngyùn bǐnggān) which is “fortune cookie” in English. The message read “follow your heart and keep only faith in yourself.” My father always told me that these messages have meaning and to believe that they hold the pathway to our future. I wonder how he’s doing.

*Later that evening*

This is it. I have decided to go along with my original plan of avenging myself and my son. I told Liu that I was going out to garden, but instead, I’ve ran to my husbands grave. I performed a ritual, placing flowers and a pot of his favorite food along his gravesite while putting my skepticism aside and hoping that ancestors will grant me with a gift.

After placing the gifts, I make a silent prayer and walk towards the Huai River. My son is wrapped tightly in a blanket hanging from my shoulders, his small hands grip my arm. He’s so precious, I can’t imagine what my life is going to be like without him, but I know this is for the best. I make it to the river and i untie his blanket from my body. I look at him straight in the eyes, his small brown eyes grip my heart. I slowly place him onto a plank and send him down the river with one last glance. I watch as his small body fades and gets harder and harder to see as he is pushed by the rushing sweeps of water. I wipe away my tears and walk back to the gravesite.

Moments later after tracing a heart with me and my late husband’s initials into the gravel, I watch as the ground begins to crack, I feel it shake, until suddenly my love appears before my eyes. He’s back! No, this can not be real! “Honey, is that really you?!” I scream and run into his arms. I’ve never felt a love so strong. “Yes, my dear, your ritual given to the ancestors of death has brought me back and have killed the monster Liu. Now, where is my son?! I would love to meet him!” My heart was so happy until he mentioned our son. I had to explain to him how I had just sent him down the river… what a great way to welcome him back to life!

To find out his reaction to sending our son down the river, find out in my next diary entry!