I lived alone, had difficulties but still tried to borrow money to raise an orphan I didn’t know, more than 10 years later, sent him to college and then disappeared without a trace.

I live alone in a remote, impoverished countryside, with no husband, children, or family of my own. I’ve spent my entire life working tirelessly in the fields and living with extreme frugality.

One year, on a stormy, rain-soaked night, I found an abandoned newborn in front of the temple gate — still red, wrapped in a thin, drenched towel.

No one else was willing to take the child in, so I did.