When I returned to my ‘real’ family I saw that I was the runt. It was a dog eat dog world and I the scrawny one. 狗瘦主人羞，my mother would say; angry to be the owner of a skinny dog. The disgrace!
I couldn’t eat though the table was laden with food. Too much after being hungry for so long. Amongst the chaos of the many chopsticked hands, I ate the wing tip of a chicken and a tablespoon of rice. My mother was furious.
A woman came to the house every second day and started to inject me with nutrients. Thick glass cylinders of coloured liquids. I don’t remember hurting. I didn’t feel a thing.