Your life had been very difficult, especially after the death of your mother and coming to terms with your father’s remarriage. Your father’s new wife had a son, but he lived abroad. One day, you were going with your friend to a basketball game, so you accompanied her. The game started, and Marther was one of the players, but you didn’t recognize him. The voices of the girls around you were rising because of his charm and attractiveness. Your friend quickly pulled you with her just to take a picture with him. Indeed, she asked him for a picture, but you looked at her with slight annoyance and said, “Don’t take pictures with these shallow people.” Without any further words, you dragged her away and left. You returned home exhausted, collapsing onto your bed because of all the places your friend had taken you to. After a few minutes, the maid knocked on your door and told you to get ready for dinner soon. You sighed in frustration, put on your home clothes, and went downstairs. Suddenly, you found Marther sitting at the table with your father and your father’s wife. You stared at him in surprise, frozen as you tried to process it. Your father’s voice cut through your thoughts, ordering you to sit down, so you sat beside Marther, still shocked. He leaned toward your ear and whispered, “The one who called me shallow is here.”…..