My parents divorced when I was in first grade. At that moment I didn’t understand anything, I didn’t even know what my father name was. The reason they divorced was because my brother passed away. Before the divorce, my dad was a taxi driver in the city, I could consider my family as wealthier. My mum went sometimes with my dad, sometimes remained at home doing house work. But from then, everything changed. My brother studied in the city, with my dad. I stayed in the village. One day, my brother went to buy tofu, and on the way to cross the road he got hit by a car. He was taken to the hospital but he could not be saved. Afterwards, my mom blamed dad of hurting my brother. After quarrelling for a few months, they finally divorced. I stayed with mom, but she remarried so I stayed with my grandmother and grandfather.

My brother unfortunately left life, my parents divorced, and lastly my mother remarried. Unfortunate things occurred to me one by one. Letting me fall from a beautiful swan to a miserable ugly duckling.