I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth, literally. My father was a chief executive in a company, and my mother worked as an accountant.

Despite the abundance of money in my family, they loved and valued me dearly, and I thought I was incredibly lucky to have them. However, one fateful day, everything changed. My parents got into a car accident, and I lost both of them instantly.

In a blink of an eye, I lost everything in my life. I thought my uncle, aunt, or, as a last resort, my grandmother would take me in. Yet, all my relatives turned away from me, driven by envy. Throughout their lives, my parents didn’t spend lavishly or give money freely, causing resentment among close acquaintances who became distant relatives.

And so, I ended up in an orphanage. Life there was uncomfortable, especially compared to the home I had with my parents.

The food was prison-like. One day, a familiar woman appeared at the gates. It was my mother’s friend, whom I had seen a few times in my life. It turned out she didn’t come just casually; she came to adopt me.

Despite already having two sons with her husband, they became my brothers, and they loved me as much as their biological children. The family’s friends turned out to be more like family than my own relatives.