I had not been home for a long time because of my father's death, and now I had to go home to take care of my younger brother who was still in college and my stepmother who suddenly suffered from Alzheimer's disease.
We haven't seen each other for many years, and I had mixed feelings in my heart. I felt lost on the train and couldn't help but recall many old things...
The first time I met my stepmother and my younger brother; the first heart-to-heart conversation with my stepmother; the first time I acknowledged my younger brother's existence; the first time I responded to my younger brother's confession; the first time I left home thousands of miles away; the first time I returned to my hometown without my father, etc.
When I go home this time, I have to face not only the crumbling family relationship, but also the love that is unspeakable but continues to erode me...