"Rule? Where do this rule come from? Who made it?" I asked angrily.
Unexpectedly, my father answered with even greater arrogance than I had displayed. "This is the rule of our family! It has been established by our ancestors for generations!"
Knowing I couldn't argue with him, I gave up and asked, "Why did my mother jump into the well?"
Seeing that his dominating presence had overwhelmed me, my father proceeded with a seemingly fearless demeanor and impatience, stating, "I've already explained it to you. She simply didn't want to continue living, so she killed herself."
"Impossible!" I almost shouted these three words to my father.
Despite his apparent certainty, I knew he was lying because 20 years ago, there was a secret between my mother and me, a secret known solely to the two of us.
It was this secret that made me absolutely unable to believe that my mother would commit suicide!
However, I was too young at that time and knew almost nothing about the past, so I could only pin my hopes on my father.
In order to find out the truth, I swallowed my pride for the first time and begged him, "Dad, please tell me how my mom died."