As the ****** years passed, the birth rate began to rise again, and there was a baby boom around 1962. With new life arriving one after another, this mountain village finally shook off its tragic atmosphere and started to show vitality and energy.
And these twin sisters were born in that lively April of 1962, when the grass was green and the birds were singing.
When the blossoms fade in April, the peach trees in the mountain temple begin to bloom. Spring always seems to slip away, but who knew it would show up here? In that quiet mountain village, these sisters were born right in the midst of a sea of wildflowers. The first time they opened their eyes, all they saw—besides each other—was this beautiful, dazzling, and vibrant world.
Childhood memories are always wonderful and full of surprises, so while inside Susan Morrow's memories, Jill Young kept feeling the emotions from this whole world of recollections. Waves of curiosity, exploration, and energy kept washing over her, making her feel everything firsthand—her spirit infected by it all, lively and brimming with innocence, fun, and endless possibilities.
This is what a true child's heart looks like.
Susan Morrow's childhood memories jumped around—sometimes fast, sometimes slow—and Jill Young followed her perspective, reliving that wonderful childhood.
From the very first day, these twin sisters became the treasures of the whole family.
Back then, people really favored boys over girls, so the neighbors didn’t care much about the birth of twin girls. Some even thought having two daughters was a burden—a hassle. After all, the shadow of ****** still lingered, and everyone’s main concern was just having enough to eat. But Grandpa Morrow never once frowned about not having a son. Every time he came home, he was all smiles.
For him, having two daughters at once was the best thing ever. He’d carry one on each shoulder, look left, look right, and couldn’t stop grinning. Everything for the sisters—their food, clothes, and everything else—was prepared to the highest standard possible for that era. Grandpa Morrow really poured all his love into his two girls.
Two beautiful daughters at once—this is every daughter-loving dad’s dream come true, right?!
Ahem, okay, let’s stop teasing Grandpa Morrow and get back to the story. Ever since Grandma Morrow and Grandpa Morrow had their two daughters, life was full of sunshine. With their loving care, the sisters’ first impression of the world was bright and warm. Of course, while the couple enjoyed their happy family life, they also had one sweet headache: they couldn’t tell the twins apart!
The two girls looked so much alike, you couldn’t tell who was who just by looking!
So, the sisters went through a phase of "not knowing which name belonged to whom," "not knowing who was older or younger, who was the big sister or the little one," and "not knowing which baby crawling around the bed had just had a bath." It wasn’t until they grew a bit and had more hair that Grandma Morrow had a bright idea: she gave them different hairstyles so they could finally be told apart.
"If the braid tilts left, that’s Joan Morrow. If the braid tilts right, that’s Susan Morrow." Yep, Grandma Morrow used this simple and direct method to assign their identities, and from then on, their names were pretty much set.
Knowing each other’s names is the start of self-awareness and knowing who’s who—but the sisters still acted like one person. They were inseparable, going everywhere and doing everything together. Even as babies, their personalities showed a bit of difference: Joan Morrow was quieter, Susan Morrow was more lively. But that tiny difference never affected their bond.
Every ditch at the village entrance, every bump at the village edge, the jujube trees in front and behind the house, the bird nests on either side of the road—you’d always find the sisters there.
Time flew by, and those tiny, wobbly feet got steadier and stronger as the sisters grew up. As their features sharpened and their teeth grew in, the kids in the village started to notice who was pretty and who wasn’t. That’s when all the boys and girls suddenly realized—Mom, Dad, why do those two little girls look so fancy compared to us? Why does their style seem so glamorous, and ours so plain?
Faced with these questions, the parents could only pat their kids’ heads and sigh—"Kid, honestly, when we were little, we also asked Grandpa and Grandma the same thing. But there’s no answer to it. For over twenty years, their family’s style has always been different from ours. Just remember, work hard in the fields and marry a nice girl when you grow up."
Everyone loves beauty, even little kids care about looks. But as people grow older and their attitudes change, the way they express their love of beauty changes too. For the wild kids growing up in the fields, seeing two such beautiful sisters, their first reaction wasn’t to flirt like adults, but to tease them.
That’s right—at every possible time and place, using every harmless trick, they’d find a way to mess with the sisters, just to get their attention (for reasons they’d never admit)!
But clearly, they picked the wrong opponents.
These sisters could snatch bird eggs and climb walls just as nimbly as any boy.
When it came to weaving baskets or playing cat's cradle, their skill was unmatched by any girl in the village.
As they grew a bit older, they’d go mountain exploring, fishing in the river, catching wild chickens and grasshoppers, gathering grass and hunting rabbits—they were good at everything. The boys in the village were stunned, like they thought they could show off in a PVP match, only to run headfirst into a pay-to-win VIP.
Not only were the sisters masters at childhood games, but when real danger came, they were just as brave. Susan Morrow remembered one event especially well, so Jill Young could see the whole story clearly.
It was March 1966. Spring was chilly but everything was coming back to life. The mountain folk lived off the land, but the mountain was full of bounty—and plenty of hidden dangers.
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That day, all the village kids went to play in the mountains. At four years old, they were fearless, eager to climb high, explore, and prove themselves to everyone around them—full of adventurous spirit. Normally, they wouldn’t stray far from the village, but this time, after a quick chat, they decided to head into the deep woods.
And then, something happened.
It wasn’t a huge deal, but not exactly small either—they ran into a snake.
There wasn’t a whole bunch of snakes—just one.
But it was scary enough, because hey—it was a snake.
Anyone who says they’re not afraid of snakes probably hasn’t met one up close, especially not out in the wild. This snake was bright green, hidden in the grass and nearly impossible to spot. The kids didn’t notice it at all. It slithered out, light as a feather, gliding right over the tips of the grass. Then, a chubby kid in floral cotton pants stepped right through—and the snake ended up tangled on his pants.
Everyone was stunned. Nobody even thought about whether it was poisonous—the fact that it was a snake was terrifying enough for the kids.
And the chubby kid? As the snake hissed and wrapped itself around his leg, trying to crawl into his split pants, as its cold, scaly skin brushed against his privates, he froze up completely—and burst into tears on the spot.
In a flash, all the other kids dashed off, screaming for the grown-ups, leaving the chubby kid standing there, bawling his eyes out and too scared to move.
Only the two sisters stayed.
Thanks to Grandma Morrow and Grandpa Morrow’s good upbringing—and their own natural smarts—the sisters were brave and quick-witted.
Little Joan Morrow calmed the chubby kid down, telling him not to panic or move. Her gentle voice did the trick, and soon he stopped crying—though he was still shaking in his boots. Little Susan Morrow told him to take off his clothes, since if the snake was hiding in there, nobody could help. But he was too scared to move, so Little Susan rolled up her sleeves and did it herself—quick and efficient, she stripped him down in no time.
Watching Little Susan work, Jill Young couldn’t help but think, "Looks like Mom was born to be a doctor—quick hands and a tough heart."
Once the clothes were off, the snake was exposed. The grass-green snake was curled around the chubby kid’s waist, hissing away. He was shivering with fear and cold, while the sisters circled around, thinking hard.
March in the mountains is chilly, and the snake shouldn’t have been crawling on people—but with the cold wind blowing, it must’ve been looking for warmth. If it’s afraid of cold, then more cold should drive it off, right? The sisters quickly came up with a plan. Not far away was a stream, fed by snowmelt from the mountain—perfect for scaring off the snake.
Watching the sisters whisper and plot, Jill Young couldn’t help but laugh and wince. They were smart—especially Little Joan Morrow, who knew to use cold against a freshly awakened cold-blooded animal. But the downside was, neither of them held back, and both seemed a bit mischievous. That poor chubby kid was in for it.
Sure enough, things went exactly as Jill Young expected.
Little Susan Morrow, always quick to act, grabbed the chubby kid’s cotton pants and dashed to the stream, dunking them in the icy water. She shivered herself, but saving the kid was more important, so she ran back with the freezing wet pants. The cold water was bad enough, but with the mountain wind blowing, it was absolutely freezing. Little Susan didn’t hesitate—she dumped the icy water on the kid, wrung out the pants over his head, and gave him a proper cold shower.
The chubby kid screamed and jumped three feet in the air, his cries echoing across the mountains. Then, not caring about anything else, he ran down the mountain butt-naked, bawling all the way. But the bright green snake was washed off by the cold water, left dazed and confused in the stream. One way or another, the kid’s life was saved.
In the end, Little Susan marched back to the village with the green snake in hand, showing off to all the kids. She wasn’t scared at all—she even whipped it around like a toy, putting on a fierce show that left everyone both jealous and in awe. Thanks to this, the sisters’ reputation soared, and none of the other kids dared mess with them anymore. Everyone followed their lead from then on.
That March, the sisters became the kings of the kids in the village—super cool and totally unbeatable. Childhood life had reached its peak.
But that same year, their carefree days suddenly came to an end—on May 16, 1966, ********** began.