"It seems like it was during junior high. I was a young boy, poor and timid. I knew what people called me but didn't dare to counter; I could only run home and cry to my father.
"But my dad said I was spineless, that I only came back to ask him for money. He valued money more than anyone else. He wouldn't spare even a cent for me, as if it were his life.
"Later, a boy—my roommate—blatantly bullied me. When I was squatting on the balcony washing my clothes, he sat right on my head. At that moment, my head was buzzing, and everything went black. Then, my face was pushed into the water. My nose hit the bottom of the basin, I couldn't breathe, and my eye socket got bruised. That's when I truly learned what it meant to see stars after being punched.
