My grandfather's funeral was handled very simply.

My parents invited some people to help, but their wives whispered at my grandfather's funeral.

They called it whispering, but their voices could be heard at the door.

"Since that freak was born in their family, both grandpa and grandma have died, so eerie."

"Didn't they say that parents of freaks will face retribution, but their parents are still alive, why did grandpa and grandma die?"

"Exactly, so strange! Or maybe it's just not their turn yet?"

"Oh, we shouldn't say that, what if nothing happens to them in the future!"

"Right, let's not speak too soon."

My parents listened to every word they said without missing a beat.

My parents' faces were more colorful than a color palette.

If it weren't for needing help, they would have kicked them out long ago.

But now they could only put on a smiling face, let them eat and drink well, and help carry the coffin and send off the funeral.

After my grandfather's funeral, my parents were frowning all day long.

Because my grandfather's death was too inexplicable, my parents were in a daze for half a month, unable to understand how he could collapse out of the blue.

But because it was so mysterious, they were very afraid.

Instinctively, they felt it was my brother's fault.

Since then, they didn't even touch each other, nor did they want to look at each other.

I sneered in my heart.

They always blame others whenever something goes wrong, that's how they've always been.

I had a very hard time in the days that followed.

They only knew how to go out to work, leaving all the household chores to me.

I spent the whole day washing clothes, cooking, sweeping the floor, and feeding the pigs with my brother.

I had to have the meal ready before they came back every day, if they didn't eat on time after they returned, I would be beaten.

If the floor wasn't clean, I would be beaten.

If the clothes weren't washed well, I would get slapped.

Being beaten became a part of my daily life.

Only by looking at my brother every day, could I feel a hint of warmth in my heart.

Only his innocent eyes could save me, making me feel like I was still alive.

I thought I would continue living like this until I grew up.

But unexpectedly, the accident came so quickly.