When I was ten years old, I was kicked out of the house by my biological mother, and the food was given to the dogs without even giving it to me.
He slept on the stairs for six years, got the best grades in his class, and was tricked into dropping out of school at the age of sixteen.
Four packs of pickled mustard for two months, and the full payment for the garage at the age of twenty.
I thought that after all the hardships, I would be able to enjoy the blessings of taking care of my grandparents for five years.
Then my grandpa was diagnosed with cancer, and I randomly married someone for him.
Unexpectedly, it was hell.
I never thought that after hell, I would meet someone who would make me forget all the suffering.
He was there for three years and I wrote 156 letters.
Next year, he comes back.
