When I was eight years old, I poisoned my father to death. My dad is a bad gambler. On the day I was born, he stayed at the gambling table and lost my eldest sister to an old cripple from the neighboring village. My eldest sister was forcibly taken away by the old cripple that night. At that time, my eldest sister was only sixteen years old. In our place where we are getting poorer and semi-isolated from the world as we grow older, women's lives are as cheap as ants, and the buying and selling of people in casinos is very common. Even though my eldest sister cried heartbreakingly, even though my mother screamed and screamed, none of the neighbors interfered. The old cripple was a sadist, and he tortured my eldest sister to death in less than half a year. The night my eldest sister was taken away, my mother hanged herself.
Reader comments
The story is told well, but the narrative tone is a bit strange. The use of words could be more carefully considered. Why is no one reading it? In fact, you can read it.
It sounds good, and the characters are well developed.
It's beautiful. The more I watch it, the more addictive I become and want to see the finale.
The story is told well, but the narrative tone is a bit strange. The use of words could be more carefully considered. Why is no one reading it? In fact, you can read it.
It sounds good, and the characters are well developed.
It's beautiful. The more I watch it, the more addictive I become and want to see the finale.