Li hua was the light of the world, she was one of those people who believed in everything good, and the good in everything. Hua was gentle but fierce in the fight for good. She could easily pass for the robinhood of our time, but Hua could never get herself to steal even if it was from a thief himself/herself.

Hua could not bare to see a starving child, nor a homeless man, the little she could she did, people were people but Hua believed in the good for every action, she wanted to see the light or atleast draw a ray of light from the deep miasma of darkness. A thief stole because he lacked, the food ration was shortened because the official loved his family too much and wanted them to have enough for generations to come, Hua believed in all this , and it kept her going.

She didn’t want to see the greed of the thief or moreso the uncontentment of the official, she didn’t want to see , she wanted to believe that every criminal could be reformed, Hua’s goodness could be called foolishness but Hua would not blame you, Hua is the mirage of perfection which so many disliked or more so felt insecure against, cause how could a person be so good? Impossible! But The mirage itself was imperfection.

Hua loved the flowers, she loved the way the ocean swayed, the fishes swimmed, she loved the mountains because from the top she could see the big, wide world and she was amazed by it, she loved the forest because of the plenty uncertainties that lay beyond , she was fascinated, she loved the birds , how fast they flew and soared in the sky, she loved the rhythm of nature.

Hua loved the night because then she could be at peace, with the quiet it brought, she loved the stars and the moon because it reminded her to keep spreading light among the thick coat of darkness, she loved the rain because then she could cry and scream without any limitations, Hua loved the blue sky because then she could remember that one day the world could be filled with light.

One day, Hua died, and the world Continued, the sun came up again and at night the stars continued to shine, the flowers continued to bloom and the ocean swayed continuously , there were still alot of thieves and the officials didn’t change, the people continued to suffer, the darkness was still very much alive.

But Hua lived, even when she lived her last moment, when she took in her last moment of breath, after being crushed under a moving train, that few minutes that people claim that their life’s flashes before them, Hua’s life flashed before her, even when she was accused of stealing, when she was gang raped, when she was beaten and stoned, when she looked at the night sky, when she saw the rays of the sun in the morning, when she danced in the rain, when she was mocked for her wheaty dark skin, when she was mocked and laughed at because of the many pimples and black spots on her face,Hua remembered it all, she saw it all, and then she looked at the sun and one teardrop fell from her left eye, Hua smiled.

I don’t know why Hua smiled, because even though her life may have looked happy , rosy and fulfilled, it was nothing like that, I don’t understand, maybe later on I will, but I will never forget that “Hua smiled” ☺️

Be beautiful! 😋

🥀 Pixie🥀