Mum: deep down in my heart, I’ve always believed that it’s never too late to unravel the truth to young children, because the demons (CCP) begins to brainwash our kids as early as in their childhood (eg, since they start kindergarten). Hence, I began to fight for my daughter’s soul from CCP’s evil claws by 2013, while sobering myself during this seemingly endless odyssey. To my great joy and relief, her attitude gradually shifted from distaste and denial to acceptance and adherence. With the blessings of God, she was finally rescued to New Zealand at the start of 2018. We were even luckier to join the whistleblower movement just one year later. We therefore sincerely wish that more and more youngsters will commit themselves to the whistleblower movement as well, to follow Mr. Guo’s lead, to spread the truth and to save many lives.
In my 16 years of memory, mum has always been my everything. She’s soft and kind, witty and bright, humorous and playful…
She was the light of my childhood. She sang with me, she chatted with me, she played so many games with me… I was year 3 when she changed: in such a drastic and “dreadful” way (to my young self). She gradually began to talk about things, horrible things, things I didn’t want to listen. I didn’t realise they were politics by then, only the fact that they made me uncomfortable. I remember I struggled to hear about how students died in front of the Tiananmen Square, how the reporter of gutter oil died days after his publication and how the poor died due to extreme hunger and poverty. But for god’s sake no eight-year-old wanted to have any of that! So I cried, yelled and begged, but she continued. I was so scared that I almost refused to have lunch with her, even though I always love eating beside her; I was so annoyed that I would interrupt her in the middle of her speech, even though I always respect her; I was so agitated that I found myself wailing at her, even though I was renowned of my obedience in the neighborhood. Mum always stared at me for a long time before she pauses after my rejections. I did notice the grim grief in her eyes, as if she was trying to say something through her sorrowful stares, but they were useless to my young and ignorant self.
The first turning point of this seemingly endless conflict was when a bunch of robbers came pounding on our front door to charge money for the birth of my sister, claiming that we’ve violated the law of “one-child policy”. I call them robbers because they steal in broad day light. The second was when mum showed me the report of smog by Ms. Chai Jing. They stirred my peaceful mind, disrupted my peaceful mind. It was when I began to actually listen to mum. Repeating, reviewing and rethinking every single word she said in my brain. Soon, I went to intermediate. Suddenly, I found myself losing control. I couldn’t stay awake in history lessons anymore, not after hearing how fake they are from mum; I couldn’t recite paragraphs on Chinese lessons anymore, not after knowing how stupid they are from mum; I couldn’t study politics schoolwork anymore, after hearing how brainwashing they are from mum… Eventually I realized that I can’t study anything anymore. I just couldn’t concentrate when mum’s words kept echoing in my brain: “THEY ARE USELESS… USELESS… USELESS…”. Mum must’ve noticed my sufferings, my conflicted life. As she then used her fastest speed to rescue me into New Zealand, the New Land.
Therefore, with mum’s speeches sculpted in my brain, I started my new life as a college student in New Zealand. However, living in the paradise (NZ) did not wipe away the any of my experience in the hell (China). The contrast between them only proves the accuracy of mum’s opinions, and brings me closer and closer to her. Thus, me and my mum both obtained a blaze searing through our hearts when we heard about the pandemic. We shared our heartbroken feelings when facing the disastrous damages the CCP inflicted on the world as well as flaming rage towards the regime. Mum then discovered the Whistleblower Movement, which we both agreed that it is the salvation our broken souls.
Out of all the common miseries we heard and faced in China, I have never experienced the teenage rebellion period. No matter how frustrated I was to mum’s lectures at the beginning, or how she made my life so contradicted in middle school, I have NEVER felt being spiritually separated from her. Yes, she made me lost my innocence in childhood, she made me unable to study in classes, she made me stand out among my friends. It seems like I didn’t enjoy a “peaceful” childhood and teenhood. But I NEVER regretted for a split second of following mum’s path, accepting her political ideas and becoming like her. I cannot imagine living like a Wu Mao if mum didn’t turn my anchor. Even my eight-yearold sister is now a big fan of the Whistleblower Movement. I guess this is why I am different compared to my friends after all — I have an unusual mum, that made me an unusual daughter, and I like it this way.
Mum was the light of my childhood
Mum is the light of my teen-hood
Mum will be the light in my future