week 8

I write about a book, A girl who doesn’t know her birthday. I read the book in the library. The book made me sad and get depressed. It wrote about abused children. I felt whether I am how blessed. We don’t know abused children’s reality. They are inevitable to live. I was surprised at that a lot of abused children like their parents who abuse. I think that what is normal, what is abnormal. I thought I am normal, but after I read this book, I can’t judge. I was impressed existing that a girl who doesn’t know her birthday. She has never celebrated her birthday from her parents. She knew after adopted at the first time. I was unbelievable. In my normal, when I was child, I was celebrated from my parents. After I read this book, we know that it is a fragment of things.