It’s hard not to hate our mother for what happened to us; it was never our fault things became the way they did. It wasn’t my, or my older brother Sungmin’s fault that we were born so poor, so underprivileged, and so with want. We were both too desperate for attention and love; love that was denied to us both.

I would never admit this to anyone except my handsome older sibling; but I came to find such dark hatred in my heart for the woman who gave birth to us. I detested her every lie, every decision and martyred act, which lead us to this moment. I hate her because I loved her so damned much, and she played us both the fool.

I’ll never let another woman scorn me the way my mother did.

I’ll never let love and trust blind me again.