They Humiliated My Mother, So I Made Them Pay the Price

After three years abroad on a top-secret mission, I finally returned to my homeland.

With permission granted, I came home, filled with excitement, thinking I’d finally see my wife and mother again. But the moment I arrived, that joy was crushed.

At the entrance of my house, my mother was crouched inside a small, doghouse-like shelter. In front of her sat a metal basin. She was lying on the ground like a dog, eating rotten food from it.

A man stood nearby, watching her with a mocking smile.