When he was twelve years old, a half-brother was born in the family.
In order to prevent him from being wronged, the eldest sister asked me to vacate my room.
My second sister, who loves me the most, also called me a bastard because of him.
"Get out now, don't look for presence at home."
I packed up nothing and left.
They thought I had lost my temper and returned to the army.
But when they called me at the school opening ceremony of their half-brother, no one answered.
Suddenly panicked.
Later, I learned with great pains that I might never come back from the mission.
They were completely devastated.
