At four in the morning, I saw my mother standing outside my bedroom with a knife.
I told everyone she wanted to kill me.
But my father didn't believe me. My classmates didn't believe me. My uncle didn't believe me, either.
Later, both my parents died.
Everyone said I was the only victim.
They pitied me, protected me, and believed me.
I always thought that was how things had happened, too.
Theme: The heavens have a net with wide meshes, but nothing escapes.
