Overview

My mother, who lost my father when I was young and raised me single-handedly, always had a smile on her face even when she was tired, and was always by my side through thick and thin. But since we remarried a year ago, we started arguing more and more, as if we had changed. Unable to fit in with my new father and having no place to belong, I began to immerse myself in the memories of my late father. ...One day, I was raped by my stepfather.