For my poor friend

One day, there will be someone cry on your shoulder, and what you would do?

In this first day of this tiger year, I come up with the idea of dropping down some lines about my 2009. However, I've picked this photo when I was browsing my latest photo folder. The child on my hand in not my daughter, yes, of course I'm still single now. Her mum is my friend, an older sister living next to my house. She is the one who teach me how to use the language of the deaf-and-dump people. 2 years older than me, she was a beautiful girl, and currently a poor mother.

Because of an accident when her mother gave birth, she got deaf. Thus, I think, she becomes dump as a consequence since she can not hear the sound to conform. I met her when I was only about 6 or 7. She lived with her uncle - her mother's elder sister, and my neighbour. We were close friends, and she taught me her language. It was so as natural as you learn your mothertongue.

She got married about 2 years ago. I felt happy for her since finally she has her own family, with a husband although he was deaf-and-dump too. Unluckily, her husband was so bad. I think he is completely in contrast with her. He is a stupid, cruel creature I've known. When she was pregnant, he told her to have abortion since the baby would be a girl. Yes, the only reason was that he did not like a daughter. He thought daughter is no his child?? That's so inhumane. Then, my friend must come back to her uncle's house and live there, next to my door again. Now, they have divorced. Her daughter grows up without a father. I find that the child is the only hope for her. The uncle is getting old, no husband, and have retired for years. They had to sell parts of their land to run their life.

Some days ago, they was stolen and lost all money they earned by selling groceries in months. After that, the child got sick seriously and must go to hospital. I saw her in the morning, at home alone. Then, she cried on my shoulder. With the very limited ability to use handy language, I tried my best to cheer her up, but i seemed to be useless.

I want to write about her life. One of the reason is that I dont know how to help her, how to make her life become better; therefore I think at least, you, who are reading this, shall know about her, an underprivileged girl, a friend, a sister like that. Anyway, she is a part of my life, and I will never forget her.

In this new year, I wish her small family my very best wishes.