Sometimes I asked myself, why did that happen to my family? That among all the people in this world, why it had to be us? And in our family, why was I the one who survived?
I questioned my existence over and over again until I found the answer. I survived because I had to be the one to remember it all even if everyone had already forgotten about it.
That I should be the one who had to keep the remorse and pain even if everyone had already forgiven him.
It had been fourteen years since that crime happened but it still felt like it only happened yesterday. That scene was still vivid in my mind like I was watching it over and over again with my two eyes; I cannot forget about it. And that…made me who I am now.
I cannot trust anyone anymore and I always had this thought that ev
