My uncle, the son of a Japanese man.
He and his mother, my grandmother, lived in the mountain village for decades.
He never married in his lifetime, despised by everyone.
Because my grandmother once helped the invaders, causing the death of half the village.
Yet she insisted on giving birth to him, this "mongrel."
At the age of sixty-four, he was diagnosed with esophageal cancer and died in less than two months.
It was only when I went back to take care of his affairs that I discovered.
The story of my uncle and grandmother was completely different from what others told.
