After traveling to the slums, I looked at my own face and firmly believed that with such a face, I could never be just an ordinary passerby.
Sure enough, a few months later, a man wearing name tags all over his body, wearing a famous watch on his hand, and followed by several tall and strong younger brothers came to me and said he was my father and I was his son.
At that time, I had just cheated a piece of bread from a little fat man with my own face, and I cried with joy. I excitedly threw myself into his arms and recognized him.
No matter if you are my biological father or not, as long as you call me son, I can call you father!
It doesn't matter if you have money or not, the main thing is lack of love.
I have already planned how to show my knowledge that is far beyond ordinary people, my experience of living longer than a kid my age, and my handsome face to conquer my future subordinates, successfully inherit the family business of my elderly father, live a prosperous life [cross out], lead the family business to the international stage, and become the richest man in Japan.
However, when I returned home, I was told that not only did I have an extra father, but I also had a dozen cheap brothers as gifts.
I thought I was his only accident, but I didn't expect accidents to happen every day in his life.
Being deceived, I cried like a 200-pound child, and I said it was nothing, I was just too happy to have more than a dozen brothers.
That's weird.
Ps; first person essay, start after finalizing the outline
Concept: Life's accidents always come unexpectedly