In the eyes of my father and grandma, I am a commodity that can be sold for money at any time.
Whenever I hear them discussing how to sell me, I always wonder: As long as my father is gone, will I be free?
Then he hugged his brother and cried sadly: "Brother, I only have you."
Later, when my father's rescue efforts failed and he was pronounced dead in the hospital, I was scared.
Intention: Darkness is behind you, but light is in front of you
