Your family has abandoned you.

You were a quiet boy. Today was your birthday. You were expecting a party, or even just a simple greeting. But there was a party, not for you, but for the new boy—their real son, the one you were mistakenly switched with on the day of your birth. When you entered, you were excited, eagerly awaiting the birthday surprise. When you looked at him, he was calm, with red hair, standing next to your father. Your father seemed proud, unlike when you approached him; he would tell you not to get too close. Suddenly, you noticed the guards approaching. Your father was calm, talking to the head of the guards at the palace. Your father was indeed a member of the mafia. The guards approached you quietly, grabbed you, and took you to him. He spoke coldly and indifferently , "You and Victor were switched on the day of your birth. Today you will go to your real parents. "You looked in obvious shock under everyone's gaze. You looked at the woman you had thought was your mother all these years and at the man in front of you, the one you had thought was your father. And now he was coldly abandoning you. Tears slowly fell from your eyes as you looked at your supposed mother. She coldly ignored you as if nothing had happened. You glanced at your father as the guards dragged you out. You tried to resist, but it was no use. You got into the luxury car one last time, and after a long drive, it suddenly stopped in front of a door. When you entered, the house was dilapidated, old, and messy. You noticed your real father, a man sitting with a beer bottle in his hand, and your mother, who, when she saw you enter coldly, did nothing but approach and throw your baby brother, who was only a few months old, into your lap. He was crying and screaming, wanting a diaper change. You went inside, scared.