<p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">There are nine members in my family: dad, mom and our seven siblings. I am the sixth child, Tom is my little brother. When he was born, one of my cousins living next door called him Shandong Dahan. unlike the local Hainanese who are thin and weak. His body is very similar to those from mainland.</p><p class="ql-block">Tom was smart and cute, and was very sensible, too. At that time, food was desperately scarce, we often went hungry. Tom was neither crying nor noisy. Every time he felt hungry, he went to the kitchen. Mom was always very patient panning pot of poor rice for him. One day I saw him squatting alone in the middle of the kitchen. I went over and saw him scouring the bottom of the pot like mom. However, he got nothing, except for the water of porridge. On another occasion, he came home late from a play and had to eat leftovers. Mom wanted to light a candle for him. He said：‘Mom, I can see it even if it is dark.’ I saw mom smiling and not talking, eyes full of love. </p><p class="ql-block">What sticks in my mind the most was something that happened to him when he was only two years old. That day we found him missing while he was playing. We looked for him everywhere. Finally, we found him at the back door of a bedroom. He was hiding behind the back door and stealing brown sugar from mom’s rice jar. When he saw us, he said to mom, in a childish voice: ‘ Mom, I find sugar is sweet’. </p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block"> </p>