An unjust death

After so many full moons, Leon never thought that he would be able to set foot again in that simple wooden-lined house. Memories of the first time his first brother brought him to the house infiltrated his memory.

The house was once the most comfortable place to live for him. When all the darkest corners haunt him with loneliness, someone offers him warmth in an imperfect disability for the first time. Leon thinks his life is trash but another strong man slaps him that someone is suffering more than him but still trying hard to find happy words to survive.

Leon's gaze shifted to the pile of flowers blooming in the house. Something that never changes from the middle-aged women who inhabit the building. Leon smiled wryly as he saw the flower blooming perfectly without interruption. In the past, the flower was never allowed to grow intact, eldest brother, eldest son in the house would often pick it or accidentally damage the mini garden which would make the mother go berserk.

After that