(Clearwisdom.net)

On the morning of December 28, 2003, I saw news on the web that Mr. Liu Chengjun was tortured to death. I felt so sad, and immediately called Jilin Prison. I was connected several times. I also called the Debiao Police Substation, where Liu was refused parole for medical treatment. I had conversations with two police officers. I was still very sad after these calls.

Mr. Liu Chengjun, who was tortured to death on December 26, 2003

My daughter lives in Japan, a free country, and enjoys having all of her family together. She can run into her mother's arms, she can take a walk with her precious doll, and her mother can practice Falun Gong freely and be a part of Japan's support for Falun Gong. In China, however, [because of the persecution of Falun Gong] so many children are deprived of the right to live with both of their parents, or even of their own right to live. Some children have lost their loving parents, grandparents, uncles and aunties.

As a mother, I understand the pain of those children who lost parents--they are struggling like a thin piece of grass in a storm. As a parent, I deeply understand why those parents would rather pay the price of leaving their families [rather than be arrested for practicing Falun Gong]. While being locked behind bars, they could even be tortured to death.

For the same reason, as a mother I cannot ignore all these things in the world without telling my daughter. I face this world and this life together with my young and growing daughter. I always tell her there is good and evil in the human world, which is righteous and which is evil, and as human beings, we should walk our paths nobly.

I always read websites or watch movies together with my daughter, who lives in a world of childhood happiness. She knows there are many heroes in China. She also knows that there is a man in China, Jiang Zemin, who ordered the deaths of many good people, including an eight-month-old infant and his mother. She knows there are bad police in China who beat up grey-haired seniors. She loves to hear that story about how an elderly man walked to Tiananmen Square, wearing out several pairs of shoes on the journey.

The eight-month-old infant and her mother were both tortured to death

While we were talking, I told her, "Do you know why Mom is very sad? It is because while we were all celebrating Christmas, a kind man, Mr. Liu was tortured to death."

"Which Mr. Liu?"

"The one who wanted to help people in China by broadcasting the truth on TV." My daughter looked at me with her innocently troubled face. I tried not to appear too heavyhearted, "I showed you Mr. Liu's photo before. He was tortured for a long, long time, and then he died as a result."

"Mr. Liu died because he was tortured by Chinese police?"

"Yes, Mom just called them many times, they are afraid to answer the phone right now."

Upon reaching home, she looked at Mr. Liu's photo. I said, "You see, Mr. Liu's sleeve is so empty here, it must be that Mr. Liu knew the bad police would take this photo to deceive people, and he refused to cooperate. Then the bad police tied him up, and put this shirt on him. No matter how vicious the police were, Mr. Liu never gave in. Isn't he outstanding?" My daughter looked at his photo very seriously.

I told her, "Mom had to call these bad police, and tell them to stop doing bad deeds."

Later, when I called the Jin-eshan Substation in Yueyang City, Hunan Province, (86-730-8202960), the person on the other end was very quiet. I said, "Stop persecuting Falun Dafa practitioners. Jiang is being sued overseas in many places. I hope you will not follow in his footsteps and torture good people." The other side hung up.

At this moment, my daughter asked me if her Chinese pronunciation of "Young Falun Dafa disciple in Japan" was right. Then she said, "Mom, I want to make a call."

I dialed the same phone number again, and let her take the phone. She spoke into the phone with her adorable voice, "I am a young Dafa disciple in Japan. How are you, Mister? ... Falun Dafa is Good!"

Then she started singing to the phone, "Falun Dafa is great, Falun Dafa is great, Falun Dafa is a righteous way, the Buddha's light illuminates everywhere." She said almost all the Chinese words that she knows.

After the song, she said, "Goodbye, Mister!" I helped her hang up the phone.

She asked me with a puzzled look, "Mom, why did the man clap his hands slowly when I was singing, and then clap very fast when I finished singing?" She pointed at the receiver, "There were lots of clapping sounds."

"That was because he wanted to sing with you, and you sang so well, he was clapping for you at the end."

I said again, "You sang so beautifully! Maybe the man will not persecute Falun Dafa after listening to your singing. How about you sing to that lady (the operator) who works in the prison where Mr. Liu died, and tell her Falun Dafa is great?" She nodded in agreement.

Although it was regular working hours, no one was answering the number for the operator. We could tell that the evil was scared.

I am deeply grateful to Heaven for giving me my daughter, and for the purity and innocence I experience through her.

Although there is so much cruelty in the world today, the faith in Truthfulness, Compassion, and Tolerance that Falun Dafa has brought back to people is indestructible. Falun Dafa practitioners in China advance wave upon wave just like Liu Chengjun. With their lives and their blood, they have given higher meaning to truth for generations to come. They have left an example for safeguarding justice. They have set up the real role models for the future world. Their conduct enables all future generations to understand what is noble and what is dirty, what is righteous and what is evil, what it is to sacrifice and what it is to gain. Those great Falun Dafa practitioners, I know your deaths have established the course of the future.

I know deep down inside my daughter's and people's hearts, heroes like Liu Chengjun live forever.

Thank you, Dafa disciples!

Thanks to Falun Dafa, for rectifying all!

Thanks to Master Li Hongzhi, for he has spread Falun Dafa, which created millions of disciples and millions of heroes!

My daughter and I are pressing our hands in Heshi, and bowing our heads.

Written on December 31, 2003 with respect.