My father released his hold on my neck, and I could finally bring some air into my lungs. I coughed at the sudden intrusion of air, my throat hurt, my so-called father was definitely someone strong, even though he wasn't in his prime anymore. I continued coughing a few times. No one was going to help me stand up, so I had to do it on my own. I knew the person that had come to see my father, and I didn't want to see him. My brother was one of my biggest tormentors, he was the one that beat me up when my father exiled me, and I couldn't understand why. He was my father's treasure, so he had nothing to envy me for. I, on the other hand, wanted to be like him, and would always follow him around. Big mistake.
Because of him, I have gotten several beatings. Because of him, the rest of my broth
