When I came out of the hospital, my dad said this to me and kicked me away. At that time, I was only in the third grade of elementary school, and I didn't know why my father had such a big fire, nor why I was beaten, only that he came home and fought with my mother. My dad left that night.
The next day, my mother ran away with a yellow hair riding a motorcycle with a blue nose and swollen face, and I suddenly became an orphan that no one wanted! When my uncle saw that I was pitiful, he adopted me and treated me like a son.