The Wishes of an Eight-Year-Old Boy
(Clearwisdom.net) Congcong is an eight-year-old boy and is in second grade. One night, after he came home from school, the innocent young face of Congcong looked sad. His aunt asked him what had happened. Congcong said that the assignment his teacher gave that day was for all the students in the class to write three wishes from their hearts. His aunt asked Congcong with a smile: "What do you want to write?" After thinking for a while, Congcong said, "First of all, I want to have a peaceful, stable family. Secondly, I hope my father and mother won't be taken away by the police and that I don't need to worry about them any more. Thirdly, I want to be as happy as other children." After hearing this, the smile on his aunt's face was frozen and tears ran down her face.
Congcong is eight years old and should be as playful and happy as other children, but why has he had to endure so much pressure beyond his years?
Congcong's father and mother are both Falun Dafa practitioners. After having practiced Falun Dafa, Congcong's parents not only have genuinely good health but also require themselves to live according to the principles of Falun Dafa, treating everyone with compassion. Congcong's mother has a much more harmonious relationship with her mother-in-law after practicing Falun Dafa. However, since Jiang's regime began brutally persecuting Falun Gong, Congcong's father and mother have often been harassed by police, and forced to leave home several times to avoid near certain arrest. Why? Because they tell people the truth about how Falun Dafa has been persecuted and the beautiful things that Dafa has brought to people.
Congcong is so sensible that he never told anyone about the pressure. Every time he sees policemen on his way home from school, Congcong's young mind starts to feel nervous and worried about his parents' safety. Once, his father went to pick up his sister from school in the evening. Their home is far from school, and the streets are not the safest. His sister took a different path than their father. When his sister came back home, she saw a white car (police cars are usually white) and two people standing beside the car. When she saw their father again, Congcong's sister cried and told the father, "Dad, you don't need to pick me up any more. I am not afraid to walk alone." The father looked at the dark night and his crying daughter, and felt very sad.
Families like Congcong's are very common among Falun Gong practitioners in Mainland China and this is only the tip of the iceberg under the evil tyranny of Jiang's regime.
Little Congcong is a victim of the terror that Jiang has caused. It is not hard to see from the conversation between little Congcong and his aunt the deep harm this persecution has caused to his young heart. How many children are like Congcong in China? Such harm to children is irreparable and can never be made up for.