In 2008, the 11th summer after I was born, the uninvited guest that broke in was a man-made fire, which burned one of my brother's legs and killed our young and strong father. Although I was the only witness to the accident, I remained silent for a long time.
Until one day many years later, my brother brought the murderer to justice on that gentle bed. I was present at that time, but was I still silent at that time?
Concept: The growth and ups and downs of youth
