I was twelve years old when my father passed away.
He took my hand and said, "You are the boss, take good care of your younger brothers and sisters."
It took me half my life to repay this sentence.
Then my brother flew too high.
I can't reach him.
My mother clutched a photo of us together before she left.
There are a few words written in pencil on the back of the passbook.
I never withdrew that money.
