My uncle had just been released, and the whole family turned their backs on him—only my mother hugged him. Until one day, when we were falling into ruin, my uncle simply said: ""Come with me, I want to show you something."" When I arrived at that place... I froze, unable to believe what I was seeing. My father passed away when I was in fifth grade. On the day of his funeral, my mother sat beside the coffin, crying softly. The relatives? They came to offer their condolences for a moment, and then