You know, I started working to help my family at 13, my dad passed away when I was 15, and at 17 I left home to work in another city. It was terrifying, I just didn’t know exactly what to do, but I had the support of family and friends and managed to get through that period without major problems.
But for my cousin, whose parents got divorced in a traumatic way (my uncle was a complete jerk), things weren’t so good. He was always getting into fights at school, practically every week. Sometimes I had to rescue him (I’m 3 years older than him), sometimes he beat up 3 or 4 guys by himself… just like Minso. Things only got better when he moved in with me so he could study while I worked.
So, this chapter was a emotional rollercoaster to me...
