In my past life, my father and mother died in an accident before I was an adult, leaving me to live alone for more than 20 years. I experienced the warmth of family love, but they passed away suddenly in one night. How cruel that kind of pain was for a child who was not even ten years old. It was as if I was the only one left in the world.

My father's relatives are only willing to accept my house, property, and compensation from the perpetrator, but they refuse to take me in.

At that time, I witnessed how fragile relationships between people are. When I was rich, everyone was a friend who would help me in my time of need. But when I had nothing, I realized that not everyone was my parent, and no one would love me unconditionally anymore. I had to work hard to live my life. My eyes trembled slightly, and I secretly vowed that I must live a good life, make something of myself, and make my parents proud in heaven!

Fortunately, my grandmother told me that if I encountered any problems or troubles that I couldn't solve, I should go to her old friends. She said that as long as I went to her old friends, they would definitely help me. I remember at that time I naively thought that my parents were right beside me, so how could I have any problems that I couldn't solve? My grandmother looked at me playing and laughing with my father in the yard and felt a pang of heartache. Then she told me to remember what she said, saying that I would need it someday.

I didn't understand at the time, but I still carefully remembered the information and address of the deceased that my grandmother had mentioned.

Did Grandma know all along that I would be all alone now? But... Grandma is gone, so I have no way of knowing!

Following my grandmother's instructions, I found the old friend she mentioned. The first thing he said when he saw me was how much I resembled her, especially my big, bright eyes, which were as lively as a waterfall. Without me having to explain anything, he arranged for me to stay at his house and attend school with his grandson, Jesse. I really wanted to ask him how he knew I was coming to see him? Why didn't he ask about my situation?

For a long time afterward, I asked Jesse every day where his grandfather was and why I couldn't see him. At first, Jesse and I weren't familiar with each other. He just followed his grandfather's instructions to take care of me and didn't tell me anything else.

I had been staying at his house for two years when, one morning on my way to school, Jesse finally told me. I was overjoyed, thinking I would soon find out the reason.

Little did I know, I was too happy too soon! Because Jesse said, "Grandpa Jesse often goes on trips, and his whereabouts are unpredictable. Sometimes he comes back after a month, sometimes after half a year, sometimes after three or five years, or even longer."

I said, "Make a phone call!"

Jesse: "It's no use. We've tried calling before, and all we got were either that the phone was switched off or out of service. Nobody can reach Grandpa except him. He's the only one who can contact us."

At that moment, I was very disappointed.

And so, every year that followed, I hoped that Grandpa Jay would appear immediately. Year after year passed, and I finished my studies, but there was still no news from Grandpa Jay. Suddenly, I had a sudden urge to become a star. When Brother Jesse found out about my idea, he supported me unconditionally, opened an entertainment company to train me, and became my manager.

Gradually, I went from being unknown to being known throughout the city.

Because I lost both my parents at a young age and grew up with Jesse, he always treated me like his own sister. I also considered him my most respected older brother.