The mother’s tears fell on her young daughter’s feet.
Tiny and perfect.
Nearby were the bandages that would begin the process of preparing the girl’s future. Glancing down at her own Lotus Feet, the mother winced, knowing the pain she was about to inflict.
What choice did she have?
Her daughter would never find an eligible husband with large, peasant feet. But if the mother proceeded to bind her daughter’s feet now, they’d always be deformed, and above all, painful.
What to do?
She kissed her daughter’s forehead and slowly began the process of winding the bandage around her foot.
Tiny and perfect.
Nearby were the bandages that would begin the process of preparing the girl’s future. Glancing down at her own Lotus Feet, the mother winced, knowing the pain she was about to inflict.
What choice did she have?
Her daughter would never find an eligible husband with large, peasant feet. But if the mother proceeded to bind her daughter’s feet now, they’d always be deformed, and above all, painful.
What to do?
She kissed her daughter’s forehead and slowly began the process of winding the bandage around her foot.
