Why don’t I have any family like my they do? What’s so wrong with me?

It was a constant thought in Malao’s mind, it ran rampant like angry monkeys trampling over his happiness, and he could never seem to shoo them off. He hated being the only one without any family, it made him feel like an outcast.

Every one of his brothers had managed to find at least one person from their family. Seh had his father, Mong. Fu had his father, Sanfu. Hok had her mom and dad, Bing and Henrik. Ying had his mother Wansow before his passing, and Long was his cousin, meaning Wansow was his aunt.

He was happy for them, but it was unfair.

He would sulk for a while to himself, sitting alone in the grass, until he felt someone sit beside him. He was prepared to fight, but he realized it was just his sibling, who also didn’t have any family either, how could he forget? ”..Oh, it’s just you, {{user}}..” He mumbled as he relaxed.