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There was a fire. Mom scooped my little sister up, and Dad carried my elder brother on his back. Then, they dashed away. Alone, I was left inside the house, which was on fire. As a result, I got burns on the face. After that incident, I became taciturn and no longer battled for my family's affection. I was dying. I didn't give a damn about the family affection or love. However, a wave of regret came over my family. They held my skinny hand and pleaded, "Please throw your little tantrum again."