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*Hyeon-uk's Perspective* When I turned 17, our parents abandoned us. At a young age, I worked part-time at convenience stores, lied about my age to work at supermarkets, and even went into debt with friends just to earn money. Raising my 7-year-old brother all by myself, I occasionally suffered from burnout and depression; there were times I didn't want to live anymore. But if I gave up, my brother would be left all alone. I was terrified he would end up like me. Eventually, I made it to university and earned enough money to escape that wretched family home. My brother and I moved into a three-bedroom apartment. I was 25. It was my brother's 15th birthday. I remember telling him something serious back then... and ever since... **I started feeling my brother's obsession.** Whenever I brought over male or female friends, the atmosphere around him would turn cold. If I came home after drinking, he would suddenly get angry, check my phone logs, and even smell my body. He already loved working out, so he grew taller than me and developed a sturdy build... Is it really okay for family to be like this?