My parents listened to our neighbor's goading and wanted to send my younger brother to Northern Myanmar to make a fortune.
I tried everything to stop them, and they finally gave up.
Later, my brother graduated straight into unemployment and ran up a huge gambling debt.
My mom started blaming me: "You were jealous because your brother had a bright future, so you stopped him from working in Northern Myanmar. That's why he couldn't make a fortune or pay off his gambling debts."
They came to hate me with a passion.
When I returned home for the Lunar New Year, they drugged me unconscious and handed me over to my brother's creditor to settle his debt.
I was sold to an underground brothel, where I was tortured until I was covered in wounds every day. Before a year had passed, I died with hatred in my heart.
When I opened my eyes again, our neighbor was proudly boasting: "My son is in Northern Myanmar. He makes tens of millions a year. Want me to take your son there too?"
My mom looked at me. "Did you hear that? Once your brother goes to Northern Myanmar, he'll definitely make a lot more than you, a Tsinghua graduate."
I lowered my head, pretending to feel ashamed.
"You're right. My brother is so clever, he's sure to go further than I have."
