a memoir of his childhood. He wrote, "When I was small, there wa
s a very beautiful garden near my mother's hut. The garden
was so beautiful, it had such
beautiful flowers, that people
from distant places used to
come to see them. Then my mother
became old and fell sick. She was
neither worried about her sickness
nor about her old age. Her only
worry was about what
would happen to her garden." Mao was young. He said to
his mother, "Don't be worried, I will take care
of your garden."