I got my mother out of the hospital and we were back in our house. I thought my problem would end but it only got worse because of my father.

When we got home in the morning, I could no longer consider our house as home. Lots of clutter and lots of vinegar everywhere. .mother was even more stressed.

"What are you going to do here Erning ?! Is there so much clutter here? We look like a pigsty!" mom rubbed her forehead. I quietly put on our clothes and arranged the belongings we had brought.

"Don't hit me now Rosal! .I have a headache!"

I just shook my head...