I started taking more and more time off from school, either taking care of my little brother or doing farm work.

They didn't want to see my brother, so most of the time I was the one taking care of him.

Although they were not normal, I entrusted my longing for my sister to them.

I often held my brother and told them stories about my older and younger sisters.

Except for sticking their butts together, they were both independent and normal.

He was still a baby, no matter what I said, they just looked at me and smiled foolishly.

When they smiled, they looked as innocent and cute as my sister.

But my sister was killed by her own biological parents.

Every time I told them that I wished my grandparents and my parents could be punished, I didn't expect my dream to come true.

Unable to bear the strange looks from others, they decided to take my brother to the county town to see if he could be cured.

It was my first time going into the city with them. I stared at the bustling county town, hoping that one day I could live here.

Although it seemed a bit out of reach, that's what I thought.

Finally, we arrived at the hospital, and after the doctor's examination, the result was: "Separation surgery can be done, but the current technology is not stable enough, and the treatment costs more than 500,000."

Upon hearing this, they immediately left the hospital.

500,000 or more? Our family can't even come up with 5,000.

This astronomical figure scared my parents away.

After leaving the hospital, my parents took us to a street-side stall to grab some fast food.

At that moment, a group of people suddenly ran towards us on the street.

They were brandishing machetes and chasing two people, knocking over several stalls along the way.

I was so scared that I quickly hid inside the shop.

My parents also quickly hid with my brother.

My grandparents were slower in their movements, especially my grandmother, who was knocked down as soon as she stood up.

Before she could react, she was stabbed in the heart and fell to the ground, coughing up blood.

My grandfather tried to run over, but was pushed away and couldn't get close.

Shortly after, the man who stabbed my grandmother was also killed by someone else with a machete.

Things happened so fast that we couldn't even see clearly, and several people were already lying on the street.

Looking at my grandmother lying dead on the ground, I felt nothing.

Anyway, she didn't love me, she only knew how to scold and hit me, so it didn't matter if she died.

We were all taken to the police station to make statements.

That's when we finally understood what had happened.

It turned out those people were from two rival gangs, fighting over territory, which led to my grandmother's accidental death.

But because the man who accidentally killed her also died, and he was an orphan, my grandmother died in vain.

We didn't even get a penny.

However, the police gave us a consolation red envelope of five hundred yuan, I don't know if that counts as gaining something.