Isabelle, Come Home

Synopsis

When my mom and brother died in a car accident, the driver was driving my car. My dad had a mental breakdown, his memories got all mixed up, and he started believing I was the one who did it. He hated me for seven years, and I spent seven years trying to explain. When he hurled a steaming bowl of medicine at my face, I stopped explaining. I nodded calmly and said, "Yes, it was me." He could think however he wanted. Anyway, I was going to meet my mom and brother soon.