During the May Day holiday, my son-preferring parents took my younger brother and me hiking through a rainforest.
To save money, they didn’t hire a guide and sneaked into the rainforest at night.
I warned them it was dangerous, with plenty of poisonous insects and wild animals, and said we should at least buy protective clothing.
Mom thought I was trying to waste money and slapped me hard across the face.
But my younger brother got the protective suit.
Spoiled and pampered, he complained that it was too hot, took it off, and threw it on the ground.
In the end, our whole family was bitten by poisonous insects.
Dad refused to spend money on a hospital visit and told me to suck the venomous blood out of my brother’s wounds.
I refused, so my brother picked up a large rock and smashed it into me.
I died on the spot.
Reborn, I returned to the road to the train station.
If he doesn’t want to wear protective clothing, fine. I’m not going anyway.
