After the college entrance exams, my little niece found herself a father-type boyfriend online.
I told her that a father-type boyfriend should be someone her own age who takes care of her like a father, not a boyfriend almost as old as her dad.
In the end, my niece broke up with him and got together with a blond punk, while her best friend became the rich wife of the father-type boyfriend.
When my sister-in-law found out, she teamed up with my niece and stabbed me to death.
But they had no idea that the father-type boyfriend was the chief of a primitive tribe that had only just gotten internet access, not a wealthy man at all.
Marrying him would only turn her into a baby-making machine.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my niece held up her phone and called him "brother."
