“When I bore you, the shadow of sunshine just arrived the peak of mountain when I took up the first bowl of millet.” Mother described the time that I was born.

I was in the early twenties when mother told me this and I was just prepared to sociality. I was so urgent to know what would happen in my life that I read the book of changes. This book said that the time that one person was born has his destiny. Once a person was born, whether he is wealth or poor in his whole life had already decided. So I asked my mother about the time that I was born, mother told me like that.

For a long time, I always want to figure out what this ordinary farm woman expected on the new life that she bore when she saw the light of the setting sun, what a destiny of mine was decided by that special summer dusk? I never pay attention on the bowl of millet in the hand of my mother. I know women in my hometown drink millet so that they can produce milk. It is said that a maternal woman is too weak to digest meat. For thousand years women in my hometown just drink millet so that they can produce milk for the baby. I was fed by the milk produced by the millet……            

but at that time, I just graduated from a university. I admired science and did not believe in these traditional customs. I don’t think the nutrients are enough so that a strong baby can be brought up.

When I was in the age of my mother when my mother said these words, I already obtained my PhD from Antwerp University, I got the support from NSFC, I collaborate with some excellent scientists from Belgium and England and American. I had thought I was more successful than my mother……

But at this time, I got breast cancer...…how disappointed and powerless I am……I am so scared that I want to give up……my whole life lose sense……  

Then I got a lot help from friends all over the world……my college classmates who already don’t contact with each other for twenty year gathered because of my disease……my collaborators abroad tried to encourage and support me to go through disaster and constitute the new sense of my life.  

A friend from my hometown sent me some millet……how delicious the millet is, and I realize how mother use her body to transfer this normal millet to milk, as we use love to transfer all suffers from disaster to strength so that we can go through all disaster we face……

My mother was dead ten years ago, no milk can feed me again, my mother could not warm me again using her life. Though the disasters are still full of world, I still get strength from all friends to overcome the disaster……mother use her body to transfer millet to milk, with her love we began our life, we have to extend the love to the friends so that we can get strength and power from the disasters we face.

All life comes to the world with the love of their mothers, no matter where and when they was born. Besides the material wealth, all mothers wish her baby live in a world that full of love……

how about little Hannah? What her mother saw when she rised up her head after she gave birth to her girl? Can the destiny of girl be decided by a Chinese book? Does Chinese millet enrich her life?