Several years after their mother died, you, the youngest child of our family, was hated by their older brothers. Why was that? It was because you was always succeeding. The older brothers came to despise you and treat them as an outcast. It happened one day. When you came home as usual, neither speaking to anyone nor being spoken to, and was about to head to their room.

The blades of words always thrown at their back Up to this point, it was fine. The same as always

The only thing that was different was— you cried.