Standing under the dilapidated low eaves, behind him was the setting sun, its twilight casting across his surroundings. Jiang Zhihao felt as if he had just woken from a dream.,I've always envied other kids who get to go to kindergarten, but I also know that my parents fight because of school.,The mother and child clung to each other, their faces etched with grief. It was a memory he would never forget, the most painful of his life.。