Rebirth: Don’t Listen to the Devil’s Family

My younger brother was injured in a fight and hospitalized during the Christmas.

I watched as my grandmother fed my brother spoonful after spoonful.

I said, "The doctor asked my brother to be fasting before the surgery..."

Before I could finish my sentence, the cane landed on my head.

My mom scolded me for being a good-for-nothing, and my dad kicked me directly into a corner.

Blood blurred my eyes. My brother clapped his hands and cheered.

On Christmas Eve, they had a happy family time.

I curled up in the pigsty, covered in blood.