This time I came home, my parents’ behavior toward me was completely different from last time.
They both had been to the forced labor camp; witnessing the CCP’s persecution and lies made them indignant.
Father had always appreciated people of tough character. My toughness displayed behind bars had won over his unprecedented respect. “Your sister is very tough,” he told my sister in a letter.
Before, he had always talked to me in a bossy tone and had the final say on everything. After I got out of walls, his tone became much nicer and he would ask me at times, “What do you think of this issue? Just say your opinions. I’m listening.”
There were some things he didn’t want us to do out of concern for our safety. But if my sister and I insisted on doing, he would not try to stop us anymore.
Mother said to me, “The power of belief is really mighty. No matter how brutally you tortured me, I just wouldn’t succumb. I really admire that.”