Two years after being confined to a mental hospital, I learned my lesson. When my brother fought with some rich young masters again for his "white moonlight" (a term of endearment for a woman), I turned and walked away, refusing to get involved. When my sister insisted on marrying a violent man, I kept my mouth shut, not uttering a single word. When my father insisted on participating in a gambling agreement, I pretended not to see it. When my mother embezzled company funds to support her family, I pretended not to know. The benefit of cutting ties with them was that my wallet was fatter, and I smiled more. But they went mad. The first day after I left the mental hospital, I saw my brother fighting with several rich young masters again. My brother threw a punch with all his might...
