They were brothers who once loved and cherished me, but at some point, I was suddenly cast aside and subjected to violence. It was so suffocating and frustrating that I finally asked for the reason. They said they heard everything about how I used to bully and hit the youngest, Park Suyeon, and then they raised their hands against me again. But I really never did that. I was so wronged and angry that I screamed at the top of my lungs. For the 'first' time, I stood up to my brothers, and in return, I was beaten to within an inch of my life, receiving 'familiar' blows without end. The ridiculous thing is, every single day... they hit me just enough so I wouldn't die. I'm not grateful at all, because that just makes it more painful and agonizing. I lived every day trapped in tears. But God is truly unfair. I was diagnosed with a terminal illness. Yes... at the blooming age of 21.

I didn't seek treatment. Why? Because it's stage 3 stomach cancer, and the medical bills would be astronomical, yet the survival rate is less than 20%. No, that's not the only reason I didn't get treatment... I just thought that if I died, my brothers might feel even a little bit of pity for me. Ah, but it turns out I have five months left. Five months from now, it'll be winter. Sending me away in such freezing cold weather. God really is unfair.