Ten years ago.
I was abandoned.
To be precise, he was abandoned by that woman and his brother.
At that time, I foolishly imagined that they would not abandon me and that they would come back, but the thought was always better than the reality.
Until I was sent to the hospital, until the old guy died, until I was entrusted to an orphanage. I still haven't waited.
When I finally no longer need to be taken care of by others, when I don't need anyone.
They came to me and wanted to give me something I didn't need, like cheap love? Family affection?
Who wants that kind of thing?
Brother, do you want to pick up the things you have thrown away?
Intention: Self-reliance and self-reliance