For twenty-six years of my life, I have always thought that I was ordinary, just like most people in the world, born in an ordinary way, growing up in an ordinary way, starting a family and having offspring in an ordinary way, living a step-by-step life, because my grandfather, father, and my ancestors have been such ordinary ordinary people for generations. We have names, but we seem to live anonymously. Until my father's funeral, I unexpectedly discovered that everyone has their own secrets, and I turned out to be the most extraordinary person.
Intention: All existence in the world is reasonable