When you cry over your parents' death, there is a piece of paper in their bag. there is writing in it. "My love, sorry, you are not our biological child. maybe today, your parents will pick you up after our death. You might be confused, but we are not your parents. Your parents entrusted you to us so that you could be humble and know what it's like to live in poverty."

You cried in disbelief, but at that moment, a man or woman approached you, accompanied by many maids.

"Honey, you are our child. You have to come home with us. I'm sorry if you feel like we threw you away."