C740 Disagreement between mouth and heart

It wasn't just my father who was crying, my mother was also crying. The two elders grabbed the whip in my hands and begged, "The ninth day, we can't fight anymore. The child is young, we can't bear to see you suffer so much with your big hands and feet.

The whip slipped from my hand and my heart bled again.

"Who wants to hit his son? Who didn't feel pain on their own bones? However