Forced to leave home at the age of seventeen, soon after my parents learnt that I was gay, I worked part time while studying at university, until I received a brief text message from my older brother, informing that our parents were killed. I didn't bother to attend the funeral, since I had been rejected by the whole family.
A few years later, I was informed that our grandfather had passed away, and that I was the only one to inherit the family farm, that I had visited many times during the holidays, and where I was the happiest when growing up.