(Minghui.org) I'm a 12 year old Dafa disciple. My parents told me that after I was born and was brought home from the hospital, I was only 7 days old, and yet I laughed when my grandma showed me Master’s portrait.
I knew very little about cultivation when I was young, but my mom and dad told me that Falun Dafa is good and I believed them. In fact, I really felt the goodness of Dafa.
Once, when I was ill, I was able to talk to express my discomfort. My mom observed my suffering and reminded me to repeat, “Falun Dafa is good! Zhen-Shan-Ren is good!” So I did. The next morning, I had fully recovered.
During childhood there should be joy and happiness. But to me, it was not really all happiness because the CCP started to persecute Falun Gong when I was just about to start elementary school.
One Friday, it was late, and my dad was not home yet. My mom asked us to start dinner. As we were about to eat, we heard a very loud banging at the door. My mom got up and opened it. Three or four police came in, and one of them said, “Your husband is a Falun Gong practitioner and we arrested him because he was using a Falun Gong website. You need to come with us so that you can see him at the police station.” So me and my mom went, but we did not see my dad. We knew by then that they had lied to us.
I slept at the police station that night. When I woke up the next morning, my mom was sitting next to me and several officers were with us in the small room. They wouldn't let us leave. I ate a little, but my mom didn’t. I felt breathless and started crying loudly, which was something I would not do at home. I wanted to get out of there, but the police refused. My mom tried to calm me down. She was in tears and was heart broken watching me suffer like this. The police demanded that my mom scold me. But instead, she scolded them.
I persisted in trying to leave the room the entire morning, and finally they allowed me to take a walk in the hallway. They took us back home later and monitored us for two more days. We were not allowed out of the house, and I knew something was wrong, as my dad did not return home. I tried to be as good as possible. I did my homework alone and even played chess with a policewoman. I did not ask my mom to read story books to me anymore and I went to school on my own. Later, my mom was busy trying to get my dad released. I was in the first grade and did not allow my mom to worry about my studies. My grades were good and I was ranked number one in my class on the final exam. A year later, my dad returned home.
As a first grader, I was able to read Zhuan Falun, as my mom taught me all of the words in the book. I would read Dafa books along with adults and sometimes my third eye would open and I could see things from other dimensions.
When I was in the sixth grade, the police came one day and took both my mom and dad away. I returned home after school and saw that our house was a mess and no one was at home. I locked the door and went to my aunt and uncle's home, who were also practitioners. For the following days, my uncle, grandma, grandpa and aunties tried to help get my parents released. I was very confident that they would come home soon. Sure enough, one month later they returned. Dafa has protected us.
After this incident, my parents asked me if I was scared of not being able to see them. I didn’t seem to be scared at all and didn’t have any regrets because I really believe in Dafa and I believe that Master will protect us.
