Chapter 22

Perhaps it was because he had first candidly shared his own family history.

I felt it wasn't so difficult to open up anymore.

I hesitated, then said:

"My mom passed away, and my dad, like yours, has cut off relations."

That year, Mom's funeral was held.

Many people came, a sea of black.

The officiant delivered a long eulogy.

I couldn't understand it all, my mind wandering midway.

A butterfly flew into the memorial hall, landing on Mom's portrait.

As its wings fluttered, that photo of Mom seemed to come alive.

I saw Mom smiling at me, and I smiled back.

The next second, Dad slapped me to the ground.

He roared, "Your mom is dead! How can you still smile!"

Everyone stared at me like I was some kind of monster.

I burst into tears.

He slapped me again.

"I'm not even crying! What are you crying for!"

"Cry again, and I'll throw you out! I don't want you anymore!"

In that moment, I was terrified.