Secrets! Secrets! And many more secrets!
This was something that everyone on the planet, rich or poor, had in common.
This also applied to my family. 
As I grew older, I became more interested in delving deeper into trying to learn for myself what my parents were hiding from me. 
I had not imagined, however, that the farther I delved into the issue, the more questions I began to ask myself.
I began to consider how heinous and horrifying all of these family secrets would appear to the public if they were ever revealed.
And why was I tempted and curious in the first place?
But what else could a normal son have done in such a situation?
Should I have minded my own business? 
That was completely impossible.
But, considering how things had evolved by the time everything became clear to me, I began to wonder.
Why was this the case?
My curiosity side got the best of me and placed me in a position I still regret to this day.
Would I choose the same road if I had to start from scratch?
I am still puzzled about the answer.

OUR FAMILY'S DIRTY AND SCANDALOUS SECRETS

Years quickly flew by; I never felt sick again, but I never saw my mother again. 


I overheard one day that she had given birth to a son and, knowing that; I was so furious that I hated everyone. 


It was around that time that I officially started going black. My mother didn’t care about me but her legitimate son, so why should I be a good child? 


Fortunately, my grandmother was always there and kept on brainwashing me about how my mother was a very good mother and so forth. 


I finally turned twelve and at that age, I had all my future planned out for me. I wanted to get very rich, so rich that when my mother saw me in the future, she would have to humble herself in front of me. 


From there on, I started working extra hard. I wanted to prove to everyone, and especially to my mother, that I was much better than that son of hers. 


CHAPTER 61