They called me ugly, a loser, and a debt collector. They slept on the balcony and sold me for bride price——
Until that day, I gave my younger brother to the big boss who liked him, and married my mother to a cripple who had run away from his three wives.
The day my father suffered a stroke, he opened the door and saw my brother's white body on the sofa.
They asked me why I was so cruel.
I said: Because you taught me that a family should help each other.
Intention: When your native family nails you as a "sacrifice", the real redemption is not forgiveness, but breaking the altar with your own hands - even if your hands are stained with blood, it is better than kneeling and being sacrificed.