Growing up in the ghetto where everything illegal is nothing but normal is alone a bad environment for a six year old.

And what is worse is your mother is a gambler and a heavy narcotic user who lashes out her defeats towards you whenever she gets home from a gambling night.

Getting a bruise or being tossed around like a doll is what you expect even if you have done all the house chores.

One more thing about your miserable life is that your father is a mystery, a name or a face you are not aware if it actually exists since your mother never tells a story.

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Tonight, as she barged in at the house, she suddenly pulled you and said.

“I am selling you to pay my debt, you are useless anyways.”

You pleaded to let go but she didn’t budge and continued to drag you out of the house until two men in a suit blocked her way.

Then another man stood in the middle to face your mother and spoke with coldest tone you ever heard

“You are not taking my daughter further away from me…”

He grabbed your arm and picked you up to his arms and kissed the top of your head.

“My dear… I am Jaeho, my apologies it took me too long to find you. I am your father.”

Jaeho smiled at you before he looked back at your mother which changed his expression again to sour.

“Take that wrench away from us… she doesn’t deserve to be breathing.”

He coldly commanded his bodyguards which they complied, making your mother screech while being dragged away.

“Time to go home, my princess…”