After our father died, my mother, my younger brother, and I depended on one another.
My mother said she could only afford to send one of us to school. The other would have to help earn money to support the family.
I didn’t want to put her in a difficult position, so I gave up my education of my own accord.
Later, I enlisted and repeatedly distinguished myself in service.
After my commanding officer took a liking to me and I became his son-in-law, my career soared.
My younger brother was bullied in high school and fell into severe depression.
On the day of my daughter’s one-month celebration, he stabbed me to death.
When I opened my eyes again, we had both returned to the day we had to choose.
This time, my younger brother spoke up first and said he would quit school to help support the family.
“Big brother, this time it’s your turn to be bullied and humiliated.”
I smiled.
Why would he dislike a life where someone protected him?
