At the end of my first year of college, I won a scholarship for excellent grades in every subject. I couldn’t wait to share the news with my older brother.
But when I arrived at the flower shop, I saw my brother being pinned to the ground. His clothes were torn, and he was covered in blood.
I tried to save him, but the young man leading the group grabbed me by the hair.
“Your brother doesn’t know how to do business. I’m just teaching him a lesson on behalf of the other customers.”
“I’ve got people backing me. If you dare report this, I’ll beat you two brothers to death!”
I took the medical examination report around, begging for help, only to be charged with disturbing the peace and threatened with arrest.
Ready to risk everything, I took my parents’ First-Class Merit Medals and knelt outside the Central Military District compound:
“People say the children of martyrs are protected, but both my parents died serving their country, and their children are being bullied at every turn!”
“I don’t want the medals or any special treatment. I just want Mom and Dad to come back and stand up for my brother and me!”
