Ever since I could remember, my grandmother called me a ghost child.
When I was eleven, my younger brother drowned, and I became the enemy of my entire family.
At twenty-one, my own grandmother set me up, and from then on, I became a thorn in everyone else's side.
After my worldview shattered again and again, I finally learned that I might really be a "ghost child."
My family fell apart, my father was brought back to life, and the person I loved died a tragic death. One thing after another forced me to become ruthless.
