CHAPTER 77
"I was only a year and a half old when our father died from a stroke in his sleep. That was when our doom started. Our mother locked us in the basement, taking advantage of the fact that we were underage to claim our rights and the will of our father till the age of sixteen. Have you ever imagined being locked up in a nasty basement with dim light, let alone with your year-old sibling and suffering from nyctophobia? My brother lived that life for six years with only a pair of clothes and food every two days just to keep us alive. For so many times, he wanted to kill himself, but it was for me he struggled to live.
Imagine a ten-year-old child taking care of his year-old sibling without any knowledge of how to. He would cry when I started crying, either from darkness or starv
