I Went to Prison for Thirty Years to Save My Family, but My Children Told Me to Get Lost After I Got Out

By the time I walked out of prison, I was already fifty-five.

With the twenty yuan the prison guards gave me, I took a taxi to my son’s home.

But my son immediately told me to get lost, claiming a murderer didn’t deserve to be his father.

With no other choice, I went to my daughter instead.

She took me in only because she and her husband were about to go on their honeymoon, and no one else could look after her dog.

The dog ate delicacies; I ate steamed buns and pickles.

The dog lived in a luxurious suite; I slept on a secondhand folding bed.

Even so, my daughter still found me utterly repulsive.

When her honeymoon was over, she kicked me out, saying she’d rather keep a dog than a useless man like me!

But they had no idea that I’d spent thirty years in prison because, back then, I had drawn the death lot at the family ancestral hall!