My heart was stabbed with a sharp pain, causing my soul to tremble.
After all these years, my father still couldn't forget about that incident.
I was the murderer who killed my uncle.
I deserved to die a thousand deaths!
Years ago, I went to my uncle's house to visit and had some disagreements with my cousin over a trivial matter.
It was a stormy night. After having a big fight with my cousin, I ran out of her house.
At that time, I was only 10 years old and far away from my own home. My uncle and aunt drove to find me.
On the way, there was a car accident, and my uncle and aunt died on the spot.
My dad felt sorry for my cousin, who had no one to rely on, so he brought her back home and raised her.
Since then, my Dad had blamed me as the murderer who killed my uncle and aunt.
My mom was a housewife and she always listened to my dad. Since then, she no longer cared about me.
My dad saw me as a jinx and always hit and scolded me.
My life has been extremely miserable since I was ten years old.
My dad said my cousin was the only child of my younger brother, and he loved her as if she were his daughter.
I was being killed in an extremely cruel way.