My father was killed in a mining accident, and when the compensation came, it was divided among the poor relatives in our family.
Because of this, my mother held a grudge and fell ill the following year.
In order to treat her illness, I knelt at the doorsteps of those relatives' houses, begging for money, but no one was willing to lend me any. They even heartlessly said that our family had no relation to them and that my mother would be better off dead, so she could go down and accompany my father.
As the saying goes, troubles never come singly. My mother soon passed away.
Before she died, she said to me, "Child, remember those despicable relatives. As long as you have a breath left in you, seek revenge for me!"
I nodded tearfully and replied, "I understand, Mom!"
Since childhood, I have planted a seed of revenge in my heart.
