Seven years ago in September, my father and mother divorced
Six years ago in January, my father and my new mother got married.
Six years ago in December I had a new sister
Five years ago in May, the new mother and father divorced
Last March, my father brought home a girl he didn't know.
Last April, there was a scream from the innermost room. I ran to take a peek. My father found me and knocked me unconscious. When I woke up, I was also locked in the room.
Last May, the girl next to me started calling me A Zhu
Last June, I met the boy next door who was about to hang himself
Last July, my father let me out
Last August, my sister said her father started putting his hands up her skirt.
Last September, I met the boy opposite. He was hung from a tree.
Last October, I hid the boy opposite me in my sister's room
Last November, I started teaching the girls who were brought home by their father to handle knives.
Last December, the boy next door attempted suicide for the first time.
In January this year, I started teaching the boy across the street to clean up the carcasses of animals killed by the girl next to me.
In February of this year, the thing called Dad disappeared from the world.
Five years later, in March, I lived with the girl who was kidnapped by her father.