I was ten and reading a storybook bought at the school fair sitting around my classmate, and suddenly I was hit on the head followed by an angry shout from my father, "I call you so many times. Are you deaf?"

Since then, I no longer have the feature of 100% concentrating on a thing. I sneak a peek at my surrounding and am easily distracted by small sounds.

My parents fully support me when I decide to be a writer and always encourage me to not give up although I'm not able to earn a penny through my writing for such a long time.

Our parents were once young and impulsive like they just graduated from school, worked from the bottom of the company, and took care of us after the mental and physical torture.