my life story started with a nightmare when I was ten years old.

I saw my father was taken away through a dark window. And then I saw my brother and I were kneeling down beside a coffin, Father was lying in it, dead.

I was woken up by my own cry. The pillow was all wet covered by my tears.

The next day, I was norvous and irritable. I could do nothing after school but run quickly home. It seemed to me that something unusual was waiting for me at home.