I dreamt of that night five years ago when I was eight months pregnant and got knocked out and left at the hospital.
When I vaguely regained consciousness, the baby had already been born, and I overheard the doctors talking.
"Sigh, it's a girl, but unfortunately, the fetus was too small to survive."
At that time, I was too weak, too weak even to ask questions when I heard those words, and I fell unconscious again.
When I woke up again, Martin was by my side.
I asked him, "Where's the baby?"
Martin told me the baby was gone, that she had been stillborn.
Losing the baby nearly destroyed me, sending me into a deep depression.
I curled up like a fetus, trying to find a sense of safety.
Every time, I'd wake up from these dreams, tears already streaming down my face.
12
After a month of filming with the crew, I grew closer to the little girl.
Ever since what happened back then, I've always been repulsed by children, and at first, Pomelo was no exception.
But this little girl's sweetness eventually melted away my initial resistance.
The crew came by to inform us that Pomelo's parents had temporarily pulled her from filming because her brother was sick, and she needed to go to the hospital.