Once, not too long ago in China, there was a happy couple who loved having fun. One day the couple was informed that they were going to have a baby. The couple was ecstatic. They told everyone the wonderful news, and threw glamorous parties.
Then many weeks later at the doctor's office, the doctor told the happy couple that they were going to have twins. Stricken with grief, the husband collapsed on his knees, and the wife pushed her shaking hands through her hair as she cried a deafening river of tears. The happy couple was overcome with grief because they knew that they could only have one child because of China's One-Child Policy. Then doctors said that they thought the children were going to be boys. (Which made giving up a child for the happy couple a teeny, tiny bit better because either way they were going to have a beautiful boy, but no matter what the happy couple, who was no longer happy, hated giving up a child.) They went home devastated.
This was the saddest part of the couple's life.
The couple DREADED the day the babies were to be born. And as that day came closer, the once happy couple couldn't sleep or eat, they didn't have any fun, and to them, there life meant nothing.
Then the day came. Through his wife's tears, the husband made out the words Take me to the hospital. Soon the wife gave birth to the twins. But, as they were told that it was to be two boys, the twins turned out to be both a boy and a girl. Imagine their grief.
They named the boy Ping and told the doctors they would keep Ping to carry on the family name, Wu.
The couple did everything they could possibly do for the baby girl. They sent her to The United States, put her in a good home, and gave the family money to help the baby girl. They also let the American family name the girl.
Once the Wu family got home from the hospital, they showed Ping around the house and put him in his room. Before he shut his beautiful, bright eyes they told him all about his twin sister and did that every night, UNTIL...
*BOOM*
