When I was very young, my parents had an argument for some unknown reason, and then they took me to the hospital for a paternity test. Once the paternity test came out, my dad didn't say anything, slapped my mother in the face, went to work out of town, and never came back. After my father left, the family lost its source of income, and my mother couldn't farm, so she returned to her old business and started a flesh and blood business.
Many people in the village began to point fingers at my mother. There was an old man next door who often harassed my mother and wanted to take advantage of her. Later, my mother took me and moved with her. A small courtyard filled with obscene noises and chatter all day long. People who were doing the same business as my mother lived here.
I grew up in this environment.
Too bad,,,