The beginning of my family's tragedy.

The beginning of my family's tragedy.
There were four people in my family: parents, younger sister, and me.
One morning in April 1949, strange people broke into my house and arrested my father and dragged him away. They were members of the Northwest Youth Corps. Three days later, my father returned dead. Since then, neighbors seem to have tried to avoid meeting with my family. I dropped out when I was in the second grade of elementary school. At that time, my mother was 29 years old and pregnant. So we came to my mother's house and stayed. In January 1950, my mother gave birth to a younger brother.
Five months later, the Korean War broke out. My family evacuated to the south. After the North withdrew to the North, we returned to our hometown, not my mother's house. The way people in our hometown treated us was still cold, but it changed a little from the beginning. And my mother raised my brother, sister and me by cultivating a small land. At that time, my family was suffering from food shortages due to a severe drought. And there were many days when my family skipped meals. So I couldn't enter elementary school again and had to help with housework.