The forced labor camps’ shadow haunted me after I got out, constantly reminding me of the tortures I had suffered inside. While I was reading Dafa books, sleeping, doing housework…the shadow could pop out at any minute.
That exhausted my heart, made me unable to read Dafa books with a peaceful mind, and generated fear in me, fearing that I might be locked up and tortured again…
Then I swabbed my parents’ kitchen until it shone, while swabbing I listened to the recordings of Master Li’s lectures through a MP3; I hand-washed the whole family’s laundry, while washing I listened to the recordings of Master Li’s lectures; I read out Zhuan Falun over and over again; when the shadow tortured me to sleeplessness, I read Dafa books through the night; when I felt drowsy, I rest my head on the desk for a second and then reassumed reading.
The shadow tortured me to such exhaustion and agony at times I quietly shed a few tears in bed…
But I never told my parents what I was going through. I did my best to look happy in their presence.
Shortly afterward I threw off the shadow through studying Dafa.