I've been dirt poor since the day I was born. It's like someone put a fucking curse on us; my family just kept spiraling down without end. Every cent my mom and I scraped together, that man I call a father handed straight over to loan sharks. The first few times, I cried and felt the injustice of it all. But then the house went under, and my mom smashed her phone and vanished. Shards of broken glass lay scattered across the yellow linoleum floor. Left all alone in the house, Yushi stood silently, rooted to the spot by the entrance.